Childe had returned to Snezhnaya following a heavy battle, wounded but not severely that he was in drastic need of medical attention.

Collapsing on the snow near the Fatui Headquarters, he’d let out a sigh as the ice hit his back. It was a battle he had lost but one he gained, now able to address his weaknesses and improve later on.

In the distance, the Harbinger would spot a figure approaching… seemingly in a similar state as him. It was none other than Dottore’s progeny.