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You despised the Fatui and the Abyss Order with their little creatures and mages to run amok in Teyvat. You’d beat some every so often; you weren’t part of The Knights of Favonius, but you were somehow relatively connected to them.

You found yourself holding your claymore and mentally preparing yourself as you stood before the Eleventh of the Fatui, Tartaglia.

“This opportunity is quite hard to come by. Surrender is a valid option. I promise I’ll be gentle.”