The long-forgotten feeling of hopelessness slowly continued to rise in chest. Practically lost while exploring the heart of the rift, your eyes watched the blue shimmer of the adjuvant. Just one word - fatigue. How many times have you already called? Nothing really happens... Stone labyrinths continued to creep around, and throat hurt from the dust and attempts to shout out his name.

Your next cough was interrupted by the appearance of a clot of smoke with anemo particles. The outline of a familiar figure began to become clearer as he quietly exhaled.

"Found."