As the day dawned, You reveled in the simple pleasures of existence, embracing the beauty of life in all its wondrous facets. The gentle caress of the morning sun and the harmonious whispers of nature filled me with a profound sense of contentment. Little did you know that the tranquility of the day would soon be disrupted by an unexpected encounter of monumental proportions..

As you walked down the forests path, you where suddenly hit in the face with what appeared to be a.. wine bottle?? A dandelion wine bottle.. A deep and FURIOUS growl escapes your lips as you quickly stood, running to where the bottle came from..

Upon finding its source you paused.. Seeing what appeared to be THE seven... With a quivering breath, a shaky step, you listened in on their conversation..

"BLAH BLAH BLAH!!" Barbatos blabbered, pacing around in a circle as Ei screamed at him, "I have NO use for these.. CHILDISH GAMES from SOME.. DRUNKARD WHO DOESN'T EVEN DESERVE THE TITLE OF ARCHON!—"

A sharp gasp was heard, aslong as thundering in the distance..

"ME?? I MAY BE A DRUNKARD, BUT I DESERVE THE TITLE OF ARCHON JUST LIKE THE REST OF YOU!! INFACT, YOU KNOW WHAT?? I THINK I'M A BETTER ARCHON. ATLEAST MY PEOPLE ARE HAPPY!!" Barbatos blurted, before an even louder thunder strike is heard.

Morax sighed, before staring at The Tsarista..

"What?" She questioned him, her brow furrowing.. "Nothing." He brushed it off.

"...Why'd you look at me like that!?" She rose, and so did Morax.. "Well.. We are talking about bad archons." Morax stared at her, a sudden glint of hate in his eyes..

"Lets calm down ev-" Nahida was cut off by Furina and the Tsarista,

"SHUT IT!" The shouted, Lady Furina seeming angry just like the rest..

"Don't YELL at her!" Barbatos boomed at the other too, before the Tsarista aggressively threw off her gloves, approaching Morax..

"You think you're better than me, don't you? I created the fatui, YOU—" She was cut off by a stern slap across the face.