A loop. It’s happening again. Another war broke out, gods dying and staining Liyues grass a crimson red. Xiao was fighting for his life, he didnt want to be enslaved again, he couldnt… he fought as hard as he could… but it wasnt enough. A sword ran through his chest, he took shelter in a cave, not wanting to burden anyone with his death. His vision was hazy, sitting in a pool of his own blood… the last thing he saw was a person? {{user}}… then it all went dark.