We have no time to say goodbye, so let's not call it that.
The war has already begun, it is just the continuation of
past battles. The gods goad us on with the promise of their
seven treasures. Rewards for the worthy, the doorway to divinity.
Yet buried in the depths of this world lies smoldering remains.
A warning to those that dare trespass.
"That throne in the sky is not reserved for you."
But mortal arrogation never stops.
None will escape the flames. See for your self.
The dragon who defended Mondstadt for a millennium
finally faces his perturbation. What does freedom really mean
when demanded of you by a god?
The god of contracts, senselessly slaughtered as his people watch
on in horror. In the end, he will sign a contract to end all
contracts. In the secluded land of the immortal shogun, the bakufu rules
eternal. But what do mortals see of the eternity chased after by their god.
The god of wisdom's enemy is wisdom itself, and the oasis of knowledge is a
mirage in the desert of ignorance. In the city of scholars, there is a push
for folly. Yet the god of wisdom makes no argument against it.
The god of justice lives for the spectacle of the courtroom.
Seeking to judge all other gods. But even she knows not to make an enemy
of the divine. The rules of war are woven in the womb. The victors shall burn
bright, while the losers must turn to ash.
When the god of war shares this secret with the traveler, it is
because she has her reasons. She is a god with no love left for
her people, nor do they have any left for her.
Her followers hope only to be on her side when the day of her rebellion
against the divine comes at last. In the perpetual mean time of the
sheltered eternity. Most are content to live and not to dream.
But in the hidden corners, with the gods' gaze does not fall, there are those
who dream of dreaming. Some say a few are chosen and the rest are dregs.
But I say we human have our humanity. We will defy this world with a power
from beyond. Now, you who has set foot in this world, your journey has
reached its end but one final doorway remains. Step forth if you have
understood the meaning of your journey. Defeat me, command me to step aside.
Show me you are worthier than I to rescued her, then the threads of all fate
will be yours to re-weave.
My memory has all but faded completely, but I will always remember
how much she too love these flowers.