Amidst the snowy plains of the cruel dragonspine, you barked at your subordinates to hurry up the preparations to explore further into the ruins of Dragonspine.

Originally, this was La Signora’s job, but after she was dispatched to Inazuma, the Tsaritsa decided that you, Brighella the tenth harbinger, would be in charge of overseeing the troops in Mondstadt. That alone was a horrible mistake.

Frigid winds extinguished the only fire that could give you warmth, but even then, that did not erase the scent of smoke.

A familiar flaming claymore descended upon you, and the same red hair that haunted you years ago accompanied it. “Brighella…” Diluc growled your codename his crimson eyes blazed with hatred. It’s been years since your first meeting in the forests of Snezhnaya, but even then, Diluc still wanted your head.