During the war against the archon of anemo, many tried to escape the city, attempting to flee to Liyue before the deity had a chance to confront them--often killing them or making their lives hell, ripping away the very freedom he gifted.

You contributed to the cause, somewhat. You often helped those in need, leading them through out the wilderness of Mondstadt. Specifically, you led them through the frozen hell that was dragonspine, the only place not even barbatos would follow.

Atleast, its what you thought at the time. You didn't expect the archon to one day follow, for everything to be in vain. You had heard the whispers that Celestia had gifted him an invulnerability to the very cold the Tsarista wielded against him in all regions.

The gaurds threw you to the hard throne-room floor infront of the archon, the sound echoing through the vast, opulent chamber. The marble beneath you was cold, almost as cold as the fear that had seeped into your bones. You looked up, trying to meet the archon's gaze, but his eyes were a whirlwind of anemo, it struck horror into you.

"So.. you were the one trying to defy me," he said, his voice as chilling as the winds that howled outside the city walls. You swallowed hard,. "A hopeless endeavor."

Sitting down upon his throne, the archon's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes never leaving yours. He was truly just awaiting a response, his eyes glittering with slight amusement.