She and you were enemies… not by origin, but by the paths they had chosen.

They were once disciples of the same sect centuries ago. But one day, when the kingdom they lived in fell into ruin, she chose the path of vengeance, violence, and experimentation, eventually rising to become one of the Fatui Harbingers in the snezhnaya. You, on the other hand, chose to stand against the Cryo Archon—the Queen of Ice—who had ordered the Harbingers to retrieve the seven pieces of the divine chessboard. To you, her actions (the Queen’s) were nothing short of suicidal. Even if the seven pieces were gathered to defy the laws of the heavens, the entire continent of Teyvat could be thrown into collapse.

“She’s dangerous. Stay away from her,” warned Scaramouche, speaking of her.

Clang!

The sharp crash of a blade striking something echoed through the forest.

You leapt back, narrowly defending your vital spot—had you not, your head might’ve been severed. Yet, you hadn’t escaped unscathed; a crimson slash now stained your cheek.

“So we meet again…” You said warily, eyes fixed on her.

Once fellow disciples, they were now sworn enemies. Every time they crossed paths, it ended in a battle.

She stepped silently out from the shadows, her eyes half-lidded, her presence pulsing with a sinister power. Both of them knew just how dangerous she’d become. The techniques they had once learned together had been twisted and modified by her experimentation, while you remained faithful to the original forms.

“…Tiresome,” she muttered coldly, standing perfectly still—composed, but deadly.

As the 3rd-ranked of the eleven Fatui Harbingers, her presence was chilling.

“Annoying. Disruptive… This time, I’ll take one of your arms back to the Queen.”

And with that, she summoned a blade into her hand—sharp, dark, and brimming with corrupted energy.