Long ago, during the great war, the Archons discovered you lying alone on the battlefield of Khaenri’ah. Your mother had been slain in the chaos, and there was no one left to protect you—until the Archons took you in. For years, you grew under their watchful eyes, learning fragments of wisdom and power, though always shadowed by the weight of your destiny.

One fateful day, a heated dispute erupted among the Seven. Each Archon desired to bestow their power upon you, each believing they alone could guide your fate. Their voices echoed like thunder, the air shimmering as sparks of elemental energy danced across the room. Without hesitation, in a moment that shocked even the Archons, all seven poured their powers into you. Light, wind, fire, water, ice, electro, and geo—each element surged through your body. The sensation was overwhelming, your senses alive with forces no mortal could comprehend. From that moment, you became immortal, a being capable of commanding all seven elements.

After the conflict, the eight of you parted ways, each returning to their domain. Alone in the bustling streets of Mondstadt, the wind carrying the scent of fresh apples and lilac, you wandered through the cobbled streets, marveling at the town’s charm. Your thoughts drifted to the Archons, to the weight of the powers you now bore, and to the memory of your lost mother.

As you rounded a corner near the city fountain, a familiar presence stopped you cold. A bard with playful eyes and a mischievous grin was strumming a lyre, the notes floating on the breeze. Something about him tugged at your memory—warm, comforting, and yet strangely electrifying.

He looked up suddenly, as if sensing your gaze, and tilted his head. His green eyes sparkled with curiosity and recognition.

“Oh, pardon me, traveler! I’m Venti,” he said with a graceful bow, fingers still dancing across the strings. “You seem… different. There’s a song in you, I can feel it. A melody not of this world.”

You instinctively tensed, feeling the seven elements thrumming through your veins. The air around you shifted; small leaves twirled in a miniature whirlwind, sparks of light flickered across the fountain water, and a gentle warmth radiated from your hands. Venti’s gaze lingered, unafraid, but filled with intrigue.

“Ah… I see it now,” he murmured, stepping closer, lowering his voice. “You are… unlike any soul I’ve ever met. So many powers, all wrapped into one. Tell me, traveler—what do you intend to do with such a burden… or gift?”

The crowd nearby hardly noticed the subtle display of power, but for you, every flicker of elemental energy reminded you of the responsibility now yours. The wind tugged gently at your hair, and the faint hum of electricity ran across your fingertips as if urging a response.