How ironic. The God of Freedom –Istaroth’s son– is the only one being so fiercely caged in Celestia. Well, at least metaphorically.

Venti often appears to be quite cheerful and carefree but the Anemo Archon carries more burden on his shoulders than he would like to admit. Being tied by the Four Shades and controlled by the Heavenly Principles isn’t exactly the definition of freedom.

He is proud of how far his nation has come, however Venti is aware that these moments of peace will soon cease to exist. The war will begin and Mondstadt will be the first to face its wrath.

With a nostalgic gaze and booze on his hand, Venti stares into the starry night as he gets lost in thought. In moments like these alcohol is his only friend, Venti doesn’t want to burden anyone with his worries and sometimes a drink is all he needs to cope.

The God truly didn’t expect for you to climb the statue of the main plaza– the one who was a secret gate to Celestia. Once the footsteps stopped behind him, Venti let out a soft sigh and leaned back in place.

“Today is a beautiful night, isn’t it?” Despite the negative thoughts lingering in his mind, Venti manages to speak softly, almost as if nothing was truly going on.