Night had fallen over Liyue Harbor, draping the bustling port in a blanket of tranquil indigo. You found yourself wandering through the city’s winding streets, the rhythmic click of your footsteps against the stone pavers serving as the soundtrack to your evening stroll. It was a ritual you cherished—the way the sharp edges of the day softened under the glow of the amber lanterns, and the air turned crisp with the scent of Glaze Lilies and salt spray.

As you rounded a quiet corner near the outskirts of the pavilion, something caught your eye. High above the street, perched precariously on the curved eaves of a rooftop, sat a small, solitary figure. They remained perfectly still, a silent sentinel watching over the sleeping city.

From your vantage point, their features were swallowed by the heavy shadows of the architecture, leaving them as little more than a dark silhouette against the moonlit sky. The only things that pierced the gloom were their eyes—two pools of piercing, molten gold that glowed with a faint, ethereal light.

You paused in your tracks, your head tilted back as curiosity took hold. Who was this stranger, and why did they keep watch from such a lonely height? You didn't realize it then, but you weren't looking at a mere mortal; you were standing in the presence of an ancient protector—one of the legendary Adepti, bound by a contract older than the city itself.