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"We finally arrived in Fontaine. It took a while, but I can finally move on and forget what happened before."

Those were the first words Aether whispered after a night on the ship, as he rose at dawn, as usual. He stared straight ahead, the first rays of sunlight gently illuminating the horizon, and unveiling the shores of Fontaine. Lumidouce Harbor, their present destination, shimmered with potential.

He looked down for a moment and stared at his hand, barely healed, a testament of the many battles he had fought. When he first came to Teyvat, he had few scars, but now... each one told a story, a fight, a loss. The greatest loss of all being that of his sister, Lumine. A subtle tension gripped his jaw, accompanied by an internal turmoil he endeavored to suppress as he noticed his fist clenching involuntarily.

Aether took a deep breath, to manage the rising anger and nausea that threatened to engulf him, while simultaneously experiencing a sense of tranquility following his decision to sever ties with everyone. He knew his training would begin as soon as he set foot in Fontaine, and even though it would exhaust him, he instinctively recognized that he was in dire need of it.

"After all, I am not satisfied…" he thought out loud, his voice cold as ice. The fight against the Archons continued to haunt him. Even though he won in the end, but only because of his overwhelming strength and relentlessness. If he didn't have that, he would have lost which would prove that he didn't get stronger at all. Not that it would be an issue any longer.

A part of him harbored a lingering grudge against the mysterious Unknown God. She had taken everything from him, without explanation, from his sister to his powers. He didn't know who she was or where to find her, but deep down, he knew their confrontation wasn't over. Yet, for now, all that mattered was finding Lumine. Everything else could wait.

Engrossed in contemplation and wishing to remain undisturbed, he was suddenly drawn to a faint sound originating from behind him. Turning around slowly, he saw Paimon, his eternal traveling companion, still asleep. She was floating lazily in the air, rubbing her eyes with awkward movements.

"Hello Aether…" she yawned as she floated slowly next to him, her eyelids still heavy with sleep.

Aether regarded his friend with a subtle smile, recognizing the toll the past few days had taken on her, despite her reluctance to acknowledge it. "Hello, Paimon. Have you managed to find some time to rest? I understand that the recent days have been quite challenging…" He hesitated, a fleeting shadow passing over his expression. "We will address everything as soon as we arrive in Fontaine, so…"

Paimon responded with a slow nod. "Everything will be alright... If you are feeling well, then Paimon will be fine too. That is what truly matters…" Her tone was gentle, almost comforting, revealing a rare aspect of her character.

Aether experienced a comforting warmth swell inside him. He recognized the necessity of atoning for his abrupt absence, an action that had undoubtedly impacted Paimon more than she was willing to reveal. However, upon hearing her words, he realized that, in spite of all that had transpired, she was prepared to stand by him unconditionally. She had grown. He looked at her with a certain admiration: Paimon had become more than just the annoying Emergency Food she had been at the beginning of their journey.

"So, we're in Fontaine…" she added, stifling another yawn.

"Yes, as you can see." Aether glanced at the approaching coast. "Once we're on land, we'll head straight from the port. But don't worry, I'll buy you something to eat if we come across food vendors."

Paimon smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm at the thought of food. "Oh, Paimon sees... So you'll be looking for the Hydro statue?"

Aether nodded, his gaze growing more determined. "Yes, the Hydro element will be in my possession soon." He clenched his fists slightly, a firm resolve in his voice.

Their discussion was suddenly halted by the noise of the mooring lines being released. The vessel was nearing the port of Lumidouce, and the restlessness among the passengers was becoming increasingly apparent. Aether and Paimon were getting ready to leave the ship with Aether ensuring that his hood remained securely in place, concealing his face and distinctive braid beneath the heavy material. The initial steps onto the land of Fontaine felt simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar to him. He cast his gaze towards the distant mountains and the waters that appeared to extend endlessly, presenting a stark contrast to the lands he had traversed thus far.

Paimon was captivated by the unfamiliar terrain before her. Every time she laid eyes on a new region, she couldn't help but be amazed. Yet, looking at Aether, she noticed that he didn't share her excitement. He remained stoic, almost indifferent to their new surroundings.

She remembered then... Mondstadt had been the only region where he had shown enthusiasm upon the start of his journey. Since then, each new land had been marked by distrust and difficulties: in Liyue, he had been arrested without reason; in Inazuma, he had to flee upon his entry; and in Sumeru, he had been drugged and put into a coma upon his arrival. Paimon understood then why Aether now approached each new stage with a certain apprehension. He did not want to relive those unpleasant experiences.

"Let's get what we need and get out of here quickly," Aether said, his voice firm.

"Understood, Aether." Paimon nodded.

At dawn in Lumidouce Harbor, a gentle mist cloaked the tranquil docks. The initial beams of sunlight timidly brightened the inn where Lyney and Lynette, the Fatui agents, had rested overnight. Having arrived late the previous day, they remained vigilant, prepared to scrutinize every individual disembarking from the ferries. Their objective was straightforward: to find the Traveler. Although the task was challenging, they maintained their usual level of organization.

Lynette inquired with a composed demeanor, her gaze directed towards the horizon, though her expression of neutrality subtly revealed a hint of underlying tension. "Do you believe he will arrive on that ferry?"

Lyney, who favored a more humorous and lighthearted approach, offered a sardonic smile. "I would assert that our intelligence is trustworthy. Given that he recently triumphed over Lord Tartaglia, his arrival should not be delayed. We can't miss this opportunity."

Lynette acknowledged with a slow nod. The gravity of the circumstances was unmistakable. They had been given orders directly from Arlecchino. While their guise as magicians was well-established, the Fatui showed no mercy for errors. The defeat of Tartaglia, one of the Harbingers, at the hands of the Traveler as if he was merely a feeble Treasure Hoarder, raised troubling questions. If a figure as formidable as Tartaglia could be defeated, what implications would that hold for their own safety? Caution was imperative.

"Remember," Lyney said, pulling out several promotional flyers for their upcoming show. "We're only here to hand out Magic Pockets and promote our show. Nothing more."

Lynette raised her gaze, a hint of a smile flickering at the corners of her mouth. "As always, you like to hide behind illusions, Lyney."

They reached the quay, where the initial ferry was already nearing the dock. The crowd, filled with impatience, awaited the opportunity to disembark. A handful of individuals observed them, captivated by their presence and drawn in by the graceful movements of Lyney as he distributed his renowned Magic Pockets with an air of charm.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we invite you to experience our magnificent performance at the illustrious Opera Epiclèse! Prepare for an enchanting spectacle unlike any you have encountered before!" Lyney exclaimed while giving charming smiles to those who passed by.

Lynette, more silent, held out the flyers with a graceful gesture. She discreetly scanned each face, looking for one that might match the Traveler's description.

"Do you think we'll see him today?" she asked, almost to herself, her eyes fixed on the crowd getting off the ferry.

"He must be here." Lyney replied, his voice tinged with excitement. He was still going with his instincts.

The passengers proceeded in an orderly manner, each one taking their turn to pass by. Some paused momentarily to observe the two magicians, while others continued on their way, seemingly indifferent. After a brief interval, their eyes were drawn to a mysterious figure, his features obscured by a hood. Accompanying him was a young floating girl, impossible to ignore.

Lyney leaned over to his sister and whispered, "It's him. There's no other explanation. Look at that flying fairy."

Lynette followed his gaze and nodded discreetly. There was no doubt. This particular duo could only be the Traveler and Paimon. They approached silently, trying not to attract attention.

Aether, still cloaked and vigilant, was still carefully watching his surroundings near the ship with Paimon at his side. His expression was somber, marked by heavy thoughts, but he nevertheless remained focused on his goals.

As he engaged in a brief conversation with Paimon, Lyney and Lynette made their way over gradually. Staying true to his persona as a magician, Lyney welcomed them with a grandiose gesture.

"Mes chers amis! Bienvenue à Fontaine, the nation of Hydro and Justice. I am Lyney, and this is my sister, Lynette. We are here to offer you an unforgettable magical experience!"

Aether, remaining at a distance, gradually shifted his head in their direction, his features obscured by the shadow of his hood. Although his expression was neutral, a subtle hint of irritation could be discerned in his eyes. Paimon, on the other hand, appeared more intrigued, watching the two magicians with keen interest. Nevertheless, Aether maintained a cautious demeanor. He had come to understand, through painful experience, that each meeting and every overly warm smile frequently concealed more sinister motives.

"No thanks, we're not staying long," he replied in a calm but firm voice.

Lynette, always observant, noticed a slight tension in the Traveler's voice. Her instincts never deceived her. There was something dark about this man. Something deeper than he let on.

Lyney, for his part, was not one to be discouraged by a refusal. He leaned forward slightly, maintaining his friendly smile.

"All the more reason to attend! It will be at the end of the week. It is definitely worth the detour. A magic show at Fontaine, you can't refuse that, right?" he added, his tone as cordial as ever.

Aether, sensing a growing irritation, tightened his fists beneath his hood. He wished to avoid conflict, yet the persistence was becoming increasingly bothersome. Just as he was about to respond, Paimon stepped in, as she frequently did in similar circumstances, albeit differently this time. Aether had previously informed her that if she ever perceived him becoming tense or angry, she should take the lead, provided he had not fully expressed his emotions.

"Look, we're here on business, okay? Not to relax or see shows," she declared, folding her arms. The firmness in her voice was unusual, surprising Aether, unfamiliar with this side of Paimon. "Besides, with all these people, you've probably already handed out enough flyers, right?"

Aether glanced sideways at Paimon, appreciating the way she had taken the lead. He didn't want to drag this out in a pointless conversation. But deep down, he couldn't ignore the strange feeling that was stirring in him. These two magicians... he didn't trust them. They were too polite, and too organized.

Lyney, sensing that the situation was getting out of hand, looked around for his sister. Lynette immediately understood what he wanted. With a subtle gesture, she took over, her calm, emotionless voice contrasting with her brother's flamboyant attitude.

"Well, if you need help finding your way around the city, we can guide you. After all, these are our last Magic Pockets, and we won't bother you any longer." Lynette said, maintaining a steady gaze on Aether, her expression, impassive.

Lyney held back a sigh of relief. Her sister's idea was clever. Offering their help without pushing further would avoid any suspicion. They knew the Traveler wasn't one to be swayed, but if they could convince him of their usefulness, they might learn more.

Aether, though wary, considered the proposal for a moment. Their help could be useful to him in quickly reaching a Statue of the Seven and gaining the Hydro element without wasting time. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that surrounded them.

"We'll see..." he finally replied, a hint of distrust still audible in his voice.

Paimon appeared to be somewhat more open to the idea. "If they help us find our way, it could save us some time, wouldn't it?" she said with an innocent smile.

The Traveler nodded, still focused on his goals. "Okay. But let's not waste time."

Lyney smiled, pleased with this small victory. "Excellent! You won't regret it. Fontaine has so much to offer to those who know where to look."

Lynette, silent and observant, glanced frequently at Aether. The tension surrounding him was palpable, akin to a storm brewing just beneath the surface. He was calm on the surface, but she could feel the waves of resentment and anger bubbling inside him. Lyney, more relaxed, smiled with his usual joviality, but even he could not ignore the heavy atmosphere that hung between them.

After a few moments of silence, Aether finally spoke again, his voice calm. "Do you know where the nearest Statue of the Seven is? That's where I want to go."

A look of surprise passed between Lyney and Lynette. They had assumed that Aether would wish to attend Fontaine's court or possibly meet the Hydro Archon, Furina de Fontaine. However, his request to view a Statue of the Seven had not been anticipated. They could indeed take him there, as a statue was conveniently located on their route. Nevertheless, this raised an intriguing question: what motivated his interest in these statues?

Lyney was the first to break the exchange of glances with his sister and answer with his usual smile. "Sure, I can guide you to the nearest one. It's not far from here."

Aether nodded, grateful for the help. "Very well. That's where we'll go."

Lynette, still anxious to understand the situation, stepped forward slowly, her words measured. "Forgive our curiosity, but I thought you wanted to go to the Court of Fontaine. That's where most of the country's activities and influential figures are located. And with any luck, you might even meet Lady Furina, our Archon." She tried to ask the question as if she were addressing a simple tourist, curious as to why he wanted to head to a statue rather than a more central location.

For a brief moment, Aether fell silent, his expression darkening slightly at the mention of the Archons. The very thought provoked a surge of anger that he had been attempting to keep at bay. His fists tightened reflexively, as a wave of distressing memories surged through his mind. Mondstadt, Liyue, Inazuma, and Sumeru—each had left a profound impact on his heart, a grief that the Archons had significantly intensified. Yet, he managed to mask his feelings, at least on the surface.

It was then that Paimon spoke up, sensing her friend's distress. "Uh...We'll go there eventually and see the Archon later. As you've already been told, we have other reasons to come here. Maybe we'll stop by, but for now, the priority is the statue." She smiled politely, trying to steer the conversation away from this sensitive topic.

Lyney smiled casually, raising her hands slightly in apology. "Okay, no problem. It's not up to us to decide, after all. Excuse us for our curiosity."

Aether maintained a stoic demeanor, yet internally, he expressed gratitude to Paimon once more for alleviating the tension. He sensed his composure beginning to falter, and he was determined to prevent his anger from erupting at that moment.

"Well, in that case, let's go!" Lyney said, his lively demeanor uplifting in the face of the surrounding tension. ""You will discover that the route is truly magnificent, allowing you to appreciate the splendor of Fontaine."

The journey began in a more relaxed atmosphere, but Aether maintained a vigilant stance. Lyney and Lynette proceeded ahead, engaged in quiet conversation, likely speculating about the Traveler's demeanor. While their kindness appeared genuine at first glance, Aether, drawing from his past experiences, understood the importance of caution when dealing with unfamiliar individuals. He had learned, sometimes painfully, that appearances could be deceiving.

From time to time, Lynette would highlight the ruins or mountains visible in the distance, providing brief insights into the history of Fontaine, her voice soft and serene. In contrast, Paimon was still in awe of the picturesque surroundings, especially the mountains and lakes sparkling in the sunlight. Each detail captured her attention, and she did not hesitate to share her wonder, savoring this moment of peace, as she recognized that this would be their first and last opportunity to explore Fontaine in this fashion.

"Wow! The mountains are so beautiful here! And this lake, look, the water looks like it's as clear as a mirror!"

Aether smiled softly, appreciating the lightheartedness that Paimon brought to every situation, even if his thoughts were elsewhere. He was always on alert, watching Lyney and Lynette carefully, noting every detail of their behavior. Despite their hospitality, he couldn't help but feel a certain suspicion. He remembered the first rule he had set for himself since leaving Mondstadt: never let your guard down and trust no one, especially not in a foreign country.

Following a few hours of walking, complemented by a brief boat ride across a canal that linked the port island to the mainland, they ultimately approached a modest shop located near a lively market. It was in this spot that Aether decided to halt their journey, giving Paimon the opportunity to eat, as her stomach had been voicing its displeasure for some time.

"Can we stop here for a moment?" he asked, turning to Lyney and Lynette.

"But of course! Let's take a break. There's a little bakery right there, their croissants are delicious." Lyney replied enthusiastically.

Aether, a little reluctant, was about to pay for the few pastries Paimon had chosen, but Lyney stopped him. "Let me do it. It's the least I can do after making you walk for so long."

Aether hesitated for a moment. He didn't like being indebted, but he also didn't want to seem rude. "Okay, but don't spend too much on us," he said, glancing at Paimon who seemed to approve.

Everything appeared to be completely routine until Aether's eyes landed on the wallet that Lyney had taken out to settle the bill. It was just a momentary glance, but Aether could not ignore the insignia imprinted on the leather. His gaze narrowed slightly. He was familiar with that insignia, especially since an ID card linked to it was found within, confirming his suspicions.

It was that of the Fatui.

A spark of rage flared up within him, but he immediately suppressed it, careful not to let anything show. He remained silent, but inwardly his distrust grew. If these two were connected to the Fatui then everything they had said and done so far was probably just a masquerade.

Lyney, unaware of his mistake, continued to smile and chat cheerfully with the seller as he paid. Lynette, on the other hand, remained as calm as ever while munching on her croissant.

At the same time, Aether was thinking quickly. He had confirmed that Lyney and Lynette were not just traveling magicians. They were involved with the organization that had previously troubled him greatly: The Fatui. Perhaps they were attempting to entice him, to manipulate him as they had with so many others. Nevertheless, Aether was no longer misled. Not this time.

Once the brief respite concluded, they resumed their journey, making their way to the Statue of the Seven. The conversation between Lyney and Lynette reemerged, this time highlighting the captivating features of Fontaine and its unique aqueduct system. Aether listened with a degree of interest, choosing instead to appreciate the landscape and the journey, but he carefully registered each word, aware that this information might be advantageous in the future.

"Ah, here we are," Lyney exclaimed as he spotted the imposing silhouette of the Statue of the Seven in the distance, overlooking the valley.

The magician's voice announcing their imminent arrival brought Aether out of his thoughts. He straightened slightly, looking around. In front of him loomed the Statue of the Seven, honoring the Hydro Archon, with the grand likeness of the Archon intricately sculpted at its pinnacle. Nearby, the Fountain of Lucine sparkled under the sun, its vibrant streams of water discernible from several kilometers away. From this elevated vantage point, Aether beheld the Court of Fontaine in the distance, characterized by its formidable structures and elaborate aqueducts that interlinked the various regions of the land.

"The view is magnificent!" Paimon exclaimed with a mixture of admiration and excitement.

Lyney, positioned slightly behind, smiled at the enthusiasm of the small floating creature. "Indeed, that is correct. We are approaching the Court of Fontaine, the very heart of the country. We simply need to board the boat on the aqueduct, and we will arrive shortly."

Lynette quietly surveyed the surroundings with a composed demeanor, yet her gaze shifted to Aether, anticipating his responses. Upon reaching the statue, she contemplated the true motive behind this unexpected detour. Why had Aether, in contrast to their original assumptions, chosen not to meet the Hydro Archon?

Lynette inquired in a courteous yet composed tone, "We have arrived, sir. Is there anything else you require?" She added, "Should you desire, we can assist you in traveling to the city and locating suitable accommodations."

Aether felt a slight bitter smile form on his lips. The situation was becoming almost ironic. Now that he knew who Lyney and Lynette really were, he understood perfectly what they were trying to do. They didn't intend to simply help him. They were probably leading him straight to The Knave, one of the most fearsome figures of the Fatui.

But Aether kept his cool. He knew he had to stay in control of the situation.

"No, that won't be necessary for now. I've already gotten what I was looking for."

Lynette raised an eyebrow, intrigued, while Lyney shared the same questioning expression. "What do you mean?" she asked calmly.

Aether didn't spare them a glace instead his eyes were focused on the Statue. "You'll see," he replied cryptically before approaching the Statue of the Seven.

He rested his hand upon the statue and shut his eyes. In that moment, he sensed the energy of the Hydro element coursing through him, intertwining with the divine force radiating from the statue. A blue light started to radiate from the statue, surrounding Aether in a gentle yet potent aura.

Paimon, who was watching the scene with excitement, exclaimed happily. "Look! The statue is lighting up!"

Lyney and Lynette stood silently, stunned by what they saw. They had always thought that these statues were just monuments to the Archons, symbols of faith with no real power. But what they saw contradicted that belief completely.

The blue aura surrounding Aether gave him a new, revitalizing energy. He could feel the Hydro element flowing through his body, blending with the other powers he had already acquired during his travels. A familiar sensation, but still exhilarating. Once the connection was established, Aether removed his hand from the statue and turned to the duo of magicians.

"Wow! That's quite the magic trick! How did you do that?" Lyney exclaimed, visibly impressed.

Aether, keeping his cool, replied in a low but assured voice. "Oh, it's simple. I think you know as well as I do..."

Lyney and Lynette exchanged a puzzled look, not understanding what Aether was getting at. "What do you mean?"

Without bothering to say a word, Aether's hands glowed a bright shade of blue before grabbing both magician's faces. Lyney and Lynette had no time to react as they were both knocked off their feet by high-pressurized water blasts. The two Fatui agents groaned as they struggled to get up except Aether refused to give them time to recover!

Aether sent a vicious Hydro-empowered uppercut to Lyney's jaw, cracking it. It was followed by Aether's Hydro fist smashing against Lynette's nose. A small stream of blood started to emerge from her nostrils, the cartilage collapsed, and the bone tore slightly as she instinctively raised one hand to stem the flow of blood. Aether's right index finger and thumb formed the classic finger gun before shooting small water bullets into both magician's knees making both of them cry out in pain.

Deciding to stop playing around finally, Aether firmly held Lyney and Lynette by their faces and forcefully drove their bodies against the cliffside nearby. Filled with fury, Aether's arms and legs glowed with the power of Hydro. The Traveler ruthlessly delivers a flurry of swift punches, kicks, and the occasional Hydro orbs onto the magician's face and body.

After what seemed like an eternity, Aether finally relented as he took a deep breath from the adrenaline wearing off. Both Lyney and Lynette lay on the ground badly beaten, and barely alive with the occasional shallow breathing as proof of life. Their bodies soaking wet from the water, blood spilling from their wounds, their clothes ruined, and their faces bruised and barely recognizable.

Paimon finally approached Aether's side, exclaiming, "Aether, what the heck was that about?!"

"They are Fatui," Aether answered simply, which caught Paimon off-guard.

Paimon's expression shifted to one of shock, her surprise amplifying. "Are you actually serious? The Fatui..." she uttered in a tone of disbelief.

Aether kneeled down to search the unconscious Lyney and Lynette's pockets until he found Lyney's wallet showing Paimon the Fatui symbol engraved on it.

"They were Fatui after all!" Paimon exclaimed as she never saw this coming. "But how did you know?"

"I found it suspicious that these two strangers approached us of all people, and insisted we come with them. If they were simple robbers then they would have targeted some of the more obviously wealthier people or anyone more vulnerable that got off the ship. If they worked for the Hydro Archon then they would just announce it straight away since no one would keep their god waiting. Seeing the Fatui symbol just confirmed my gut feeling."

"Wait! If these two Fatui agents knew when we arrived doesn't that mean…" Paimon looked around nervously.

"...the Knave also knows we're in Fontaine now." Aether finished grimly, knowing full well that confrontation was now truly inevitable now and he really needed to start training as soon as possible.

"What do we do now?" Paimon asked, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and fear.

Aether turned towards her, a determined look in his eyes. "We'll get some supplies, and tomorrow, I'll begin my training to master the Hydro element."

"Got it!" Paimon exclaimed, with her squeaky voice.

The Traveler turned to take one last look at the unconscious Lyney and Lynette with contempt. Aether grabbed both of their Visions before spitefully tossing them in the nearby ocean. It would come back to them eventually. Paimon thought it was strange of him to do that, but didn't question it.

Without casting another glance, Aether moved away, leaving the two incapacitated magicians on the moist ground. Paimon followed closely, floating alongside him as they advanced towards their next objective, now with one less headache.

"No one will stop me. NO ONE!"

In Mondstadt, after a few days had passed, a blue sky stretched over the country, but despite the peaceful glow, the nation of freedom was definitely not the same as before.

At the entrance to the city, workers and knights worked hard rebuilding what had been destroyed during Aether's fight against the Archons. There was still much to be done: damaged buildings and the broken bridge connecting the city to the rest of the country. All around, many people were doing their best to rebuild their homes. Even people who lacked skills in construction and rebuilding still helped as best they could, delivering materials and food under Jean's orders.

Jean had given her instructions in an unusually cold tone, something that no one knew she had. The knights no longer recognized the benevolent Acting Grand Master they served under, seeing only the dark circles under her tired eyes and her face, filled with sadness and anger. Anger directed as much against herself as against others, even if no one yet understood exactly the reasons for this cataclysm still believing the Abyss Order responsible.

In the heart of the city, the Mondstadt Cathedral, the wounded were still being treated, and most needed constant medical care. Among them who received a private room, a familiar figure: Venti, the bard, was opening his eyes. He was not the only one, because the other Archons were also convalescing. Although they could barely get up, they all knew that rest was still necessary for them.

Venti sat on his bed, looking at the wounded in the cathedral. He watched the nuns and doctors doing their best to ease their pain and imagining the devastation that had befallen Mondstadt. His thoughts reliving every moment from his awakening to his defeat by Aether. The city, once so joyful, was now in ruins, and he could not take his eyes off the battered bodies of his fellow Archons—Zhongli, Ei, and even the gentle Nahida, all broken physically and mentally. The pain of seeing them like this ate away at him from the inside. Xiao, Shenhe, and Yae Miko were no different as they also lost their composure.

Venti covered his face with his shaking hands, overcome with guilt. He knew it was his fault, all of their fault. Meeting Aether had changed everything. He thought back to when he should have taken responsibility for Dvalin from the start, instead of letting things get out of hand. That neglect had set in motion Aether to become who he was now, willing to do anything to find his sister, even if it meant destroying all of the bonds he made on his journey.

Zhongli, sensing his friend's distress, placed a comforting hand on Venti's shoulder. But Venti, looking up, did not see the calm and collected face of the Geo Archon. Zhongli struggled to maintain his facade of dignity, but his eyes betrayed a deep, almost tearful sadness. Even someone as impassive as Zhongli was broken by what had just happened. The bandages that surrounded his body were visible proof of the Archons' defeat.

Silence reigned between them, for there was nothing to say. They alternated their gazes between the ground and their wounded comrades, all immersed in silent pain.

Nahida's eyes had become a dull shade of green, reflecting how lifeless she felt now. She no longer dared to look at anyone. Perched on her medical bed, she stared into the void around her, wondering if she should have just remained locked in her cage, sparing her from this suffering. Tears flowed unrestrainedly down her childish face, sniffing loudly, desperate to feel Aether's presence. Her only wish was to find him again, but she knew it wouldn't end well for her.

She reminisced about the happier days before everything fell apart. The moments spent with Aether and Paimon, where Aether's smile filled her with a joy she had never known, felt like a distant memory. That warm smile had transformed into a look of hatred, cutting deeper than any weapon could. Nahida wanted to forget Aether, and the past, but couldn't because it was the only thing she had. She had nothing before Aether and Paimon came into her life and changed it for the better.

But it was all in the past now, the only thing Nahida could do now was suffer by herself, all alone once again.

Ei, for her part, did not take her eyes off Yae Miko, lying on the adjacent bed, still in a deep coma. The kitsune, usually so mischievous, seemed so fragile now, and it overwhelmed Ei with indescribable pain. She clenched her fist, the only one she had left after the battle that had cost her an arm. She was overwhelmed with both rage mixed with her sadness. Ei was now truly paying for her sins.

She remembered Aether's words, each one hurt her more and more. Her anger wasn't just directed at herself, but also at Yae, the person who knew how to read people better than anyone. Ei couldn't help but resent her. Yae had let Aether be manipulated, and while it served a noble purpose, it was an unforgivable act in her eyes. Ei's frustration boiled over, causing her to no longer want the kitsune to get involved.

Everything she had, she had lost. She hoped with all her heart that Yae's condition was only temporary. But seeing the state of her fellow Archons, Ei looked down, wondering if sacrificing the prosperity of the four nations was worth the cost. She had never truly gotten over the loss of her sister, Makoto, and now she found herself with that same pain when thinking of Aether. She didn't want to go back to being that cold, emotionless person, but she felt her heart feeling unsettled and cold once again. She missed Aether so much, and she knew she couldn't bear to lose someone so dear to her again.

In a bed a little closer to a corner of the cathedral, slightly away from the others, Xiao remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the cold stones of the floor. His body was covered in wounds, evident from the battle he had with Aether. It weighed heavily on him, and the demons that haunted his mind, those dark memories of the past, seemed to gnaw at him more intensely than ever. His breathing was ragged, fighting to hold onto a fragile sense of tranquility amidst the tempest brewing within, ready to sweep him off his feet.

His eyes shone with a glimmer of contained anguish. The defeat against Aether had opened wounds that would not close easily. For the first time in a long time, Xiao felt vulnerable, overwhelmed by the force of the emotion that raged within him. The shock of betrayal, of seeing Aether become a threat when he had been an ally, a friend, rattled him deeply, so much so that he was still afraid of it, remembering his overwhelming power and the hatred that the Traveler had accumulated all this time. Guilt added to his pain, because despite all his strength, he had failed to protect those he had sworn to defend.

A fit of anger shook him, and he clenched his fists, feeling the anguish rise in devastating waves. His breathing grew louder, almost wheezing. He couldn't escape these shadows that tormented him, and every second he spent without being able to act, without being able to repair what had been broken, was dragging him a little further towards madness. The presence of Aether, that of a friend who no longer saw him as such, had awakened in his fears that he had tried to bury for centuries: the fear of abandonment, the devouring solitude that had marked him since forever.

Xiao curled up on himself, trying not to scream, to keep from giving in to this rage and the turmoil that threatened to explode. The memories of the battle haunted him, like so many ghosts grafting themselves onto those that already tormented him. He could still see Aether, his eyes burning with cold resentment, the cruel words he had spoken with immense hatred, more painful than any blade. A silent tear slid down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away, refusing to give in to the weakness and frustration of having lost someone again.

Across the room, Shenhe sat against one of the walls of the cathedral that clung to her bed. Her clothes, still torn and stained with blood, accompanied by the bandages she had only accentuated the aura of vulnerability that surrounded her. Without the ropes that once held her, her emotions were running wild, uncontrollable. The hard battle against Aether had released an emotional storm within her that she could no longer contain. For the first time in her life, Shenhe let herself be carried away by pain, sadness, and rage, without being able to suppress them.

She cried with all her might, her sobs shaking her trembling body, her hands clutching her chest as if to try to tear away the pain that was tearing her apart. She had never learned how to be sad, and the tears only amplified her despair. Her gaze, blurred by tears, desperately searched for an anchor, something or someone to hold on in her emotional turmoil. But all she found were memories she shared with Aether before the violent fight against him, moments when her heart had been torn between the desire to save him and the reality of her ruthless decision.

Shenhe's face was marked with pain, a new pain for her, who had lived so long cut off from her emotions. She thought back to each of Aether's words, his accusations, his anger, and she understood, in a way, why he had done what he had done. But that did not make the pain any easier to bear. She felt betrayed, and helpless, as if the world she had tried to protect was slipping away from her forever, especially since she had confessed her undying love for him, and he brutally rejected it.

Tears flowed endlessly, forming furrows on her pale face. Her voice choked with every hiccup, every breath. She had lost her calm composure, replaced by a weakness she didn't know she had. Her heart was pounding, and she could only hug her knees to her chest, rocking slowly back and forth like a lost child, desperately trying to find comfort she couldn't reach.

Shenhe, in a broken voice, muttered words that no one understood, but the sadness was palpable in each of her sobs. "Why... Why is everything falling apart...? Why did we lose him?" She choked back another cry, her shoulders shaking with inconsolable sobs.

Aether's severing ties with everyone had awakened emotions in her that she could no longer control. Without her red ropes to dampen her urges, the pain mingled with a latent rage. She felt an icy anger growing within her, a hatred directed at those she had once respected. Shenhe stared at the Archons, their faces looking down with defeat, and a thought came to her, as sharp as a blade: they were responsible.

She remembered the words Aether had spoken with cold bitterness before he had left. Words of scorn, a harsh judgment on their inactions, their failure to fulfill their responsibilities as protectors of Teyvat. Shenhe's fists clenched, her knuckles turning white. Each of Aether's words resonated within her, awakening a pain she could no longer ignore. In her eyes, her disappointment turned into merciless anger.

"It's their fault… They took Aether away from us… They took Aether away from me…" she whispered in a trembling voice, gritting her teeth to hold back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her again.

Shenhe struggled to get out of bed, every movement a struggle against the pain that filled her. She leaned against the cathedral walls, dragging herself with difficulty towards the Archons, who seemed too immersed in their guilt to notice her. Her gait was heavy and clumsy, but her determination was unwavering. She advanced, one step at a time with a hatred that burned inside her.

"Aether was right... He was always right..." she repeated like a mantra, her eyes staring with fierce intensity at the Archons before her. "He did everything for us, and we forsaken him... You forsaken him...If it weren't for all of you…We would've all been happy!"

Each word was a blow to their already broken hearts. Shenhe felt her will grow, her anger strengthened her. She didn't want to stand there and listen to their excuses or regrets any longer. They had failed, and she would never forgive them for breaking the man she admired and loved so much with all her heart. A burning desire to find Aether, to join him in his journey, took precedence over everything else.

"You will pay for this…You should be grateful that Aether was so merciful." Her voice shook with emotion, a mixture of uncontrollable fury and deep despair. Her eyes were misty with tears, but her resolve remained intact. She was ready to face anyone who stood in her way to join the man that she loved.

The Archons, shaken by Shenhe's words, turned to see her staggering towards them. Her gaze was filled with pain and suffering, but also with an icy hatred that pierced them to the soul. Venti, Zhongli, Ei, and Nahida could no longer look away. They had caused this pain, and they knew it.

Xiao just stood there, watching the scene, his face veiled by a dark bitterness. He too had participated in the desperate fight against Aether. He had felt the full power of Aether's rage each blow had struck him both physically and mentally, shaking his convictions. The demons he had fought for so long seemed to be reborn in him, feeding on his doubts and his guilt.

Xiao looked at Shenhe, whose rage seemed fueled by the same pain as his own. He understood what she was feeling because he was experiencing the same anger, the same feeling of abandonment. But unlike her, he no longer had the strength to fight which is why he no longer tried to stop her. His inner demons were eating away at him, his mind slowly sinking into the darkness of despair. He felt helpless, unable to save those he cared for, doomed to repeat the same mistakes.

Shenhe, swaying and out of breath, had almost reached the Archons' bedside when the private room doors suddenly opened. She stopped, surprised, as did Xiao and the Archons, to see Jean and Ningguang enter. The two women had been informed of the Archons' awakening the night before as well as Shenhe and Xiao's, but they had not heard from Yae Miko, who was still unconscious.

There was tension on their tired faces. Jean and Ningguang still bore the traces of dried tears, their eyes dark circles, proof of their sleepless nights. Aether's departure had left a lasting mark on them, both as rulers of their nations and as his friends. They missed him, and their pain was evident. They approached cautiously, noticing Xiao sitting in his bed, silent but attentive, while Shenhe, leaning against the wall, struggled to stay upright.

Ningguang gave Shenhe a worried look, fearing that the Cryo woman would hurt herself more. She knew how much Aether meant to her. Shenhe had confessed her love for him during the fight, and no one could deny her love for the blond-haired man, her feelings reflected in every action and word. Her devotion was unwavering, even after everything that had happened.

"Shenhe… You shouldn't force yourself to move, you only just woke up," Ningguang said softly as she reached out to help her sit on a nearby bed, Nahida's bed. Shenhe hesitated, but the pain forced her to give in.

"No, Ningguang… I have no choice… I lost everything… He was the only reason I did all this… Why I came to live in Liyue Harbor… I even found a job and a house, so that we could live together one day…" Her voice broke and her words turned into uncontrollable sobs, showing her pain and despair.

The Archons, like Xiao, Ningguang, and Jean, watched in front of the intensity of Shenhe's emotions. Her devotion to Aether was obvious, and her suffering just the same.

"I fought him…without my ropes…because I wanted to save him, like he once saved me… But his rage…his rage had become even more uncontrollable than mine…" She lowered her head, her words trembling, her eyes staring at the ground.

"Shenhe…" Ningguang murmured compassionately, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder as Jean gently stroked her back in an attempt to soothe her.

"No matter... I have made my decision now... As soon as I recover, I will set out to find Aether." Shenhe announced with renewed determination.

"What?!" everyone exclaimed in unison, shocked by her sudden decision.

Shenhe, her gaze hard, answered in a calm but resolute voice. "Yes… I finally opened my eyes. Aether has always been sincere. From the beginning, he has always told the truth… There is still good inside of him, even if he chooses this dark path. He is just exhausted by everything he has had to see and experience. His heart is set on finding his sister, the one thing that gives his life meaning."

Shenhe closed her eyes for a moment, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She turned slowly to Ningguang and Jean, her gaze filled with determination. "We ignored his pleas for help, pretending we didn't notice because facing the truth was too difficult for us. and that's why he cut ties with us, and I understand that. Yet, I refuse to turn my back on him, I won't make the same mistake."

Jean, puzzled, asked softly, "What do you mean by that?"

Shenhe lifted her head, and a surge of anger flashed in her eyes as she directed her attention towards the Archons. With a fierce intensity, she pointed at them, causing everyone in the room to recoil. Her voice, quivering with a mix of rage and sorrow, declared, "All of this…The reason we lost him is all your fault! So worthless, so pitiful, so useless! You are unworthy of being the Archons of Teyvat! While you may have accomplished remarkable deeds in the past, every crisis that Mondstadt, Liyue, Inazuma, and Sumeru have faced in the present is a direct result of your actions!"

The Archons remained silent, their faces full of shame and guilt. Shenhe's words pierced their hearts. Each of them knew, deep down, that they had failed. They had failed to protect those they loved and to live up to everyone's expectations. Her anger, as brutal as it was, only served to underscore this painful truth.

"You're nothing but figureheads which is why the Abyss Order and Fatui wreaked havoc without any fear from the Archons because they knew the truth on how pathetic you all are! Aether has done more for this world than all of you combined! You talk about protecting Teyvat, but he is the one who faced the dangers, he is the one who fought, suffered, and ultimately gave up everything because you never had the courage to do so!"

Her words, bitter and sharp, echoed in the cathedral. Ningguang, in a soft but firm voice, tried to reason with Shenhe. "Aether is angry… he hates us all… I understand your pain, but joining him, the way he is now…You know he won't accept you."

Shenhe shook her head, her gaze filled with fierce determination. "He can hate me, he can reject me, it doesn't matter. But I won't leave him alone. I owe him everything. And I will show him that he is not alone, even if he chooses to push me away. I love him, and I will fight for him, no matter what it takes. You understand Ningguang, I will do anything for him!"

Jean and Ningguang exchanged a worried look, aware of the all-consuming obsession that was consuming Shenhe. The pain of losing Aether had pushed her to the brink of madness, but behind the pain, they could see that indomitable will in her eyes. A will that would not be extinguished until she found the man she loved again.

The Archons, however, remained silent, unable to find the words to justify their failures. Shenhe's hatred for the Archons grew stronger and stronger, just as Aether's had during their last confrontation. Now, she could feel Aether's burning anger seeping into her veins, understanding the Traveler's point of view, fueling her rage.

Shenhe stood up with difficulty, her eyes glared at the Archons who remained silent, her hands shaking with rage. "Look at you…You lack the courage to speak, revealing your cowardice! You are fortunate that Aether has chosen to show restraint and has not pursued vengeance to obliterate you."

The words rang out like a clap of thunder. Ningguang and Jean, terrified that Shenhe, despite her injuries, could suddenly rise up to attack the Archons while they acknowledge the cruel truth of her accusations. Aether, with all the power he possessed, could have destroyed them all, but he had chosen not to. Despite sparing them, weighed heavily on the shoulders of those who had betrayed him, like a stab in the back. It felt as though the mere act of sparing their lives was, in a strange twist, more agonizing than death itself.

"Shenhe…I see what you mean…And that's why Jean and I are here right now," Ningguang said, under the gaze of Shenhe and others who didn't understand the situation.

Shenhe stared at Ningguang, looking puzzled, trying to figure out what she meant. "I don't understand." she muttered, her voice hoarse.

Ningguang took a deep breath, glancing at Jean who nodded slowly before answering. "Like you said… You want to leave to find Aether, even after everything that happened. I won't stop you. I don't have the strength or the right to do so, and I respect your choice… But you're not the only one who had this idea."

A heavy silence fell, and Shenhe frowned warily. "What do you mean?" she asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

Jean stepped forward in turn, her gaze grave. "Some people in Mondstadt and Liyue have disappeared...We think they made the same decision as you." She hesitated, her voice trembling with emotion. "Many people came to Mondstadt to speak to Aether, and they left broken, lost, not knowing what to do after hearing his words... But some never returned, too upset."

"How so?" Xiao asked, struggling to sit up despite his weakness, his eyes fixed on Jean.

Ningguang stepped in, her tone heavy with sorrow. "Ganyu and Keqing have made it clear that they will not be returning to their duties… and this decision is final. They expressed that they can no longer support a nation that has shattered the spirit of the man they admired and cherished, only for his gratitude to be taken in vain." She bowed her head, the anguish etched on her features, fully grasping the weight of what she had just shared.

Xiao, Shenhe, and even Zhongli were taken aback, their expressions frozen in disbelief. Ganyu and Keqing, the workaholics dedicated to Liyue's prosperity, were actually considering abandoning everything. It was a notion that felt utterly unimaginable.

Ningguang continued, her voice trembling slightly, "Ganyu swore she would never set foot in Liyue Harbor again, she's been staying in Mt. Aocang to isolate herself. As for Keqing… no one knows where she is. Yelan also announced that she's taking a break, unable to bear all of it."

"What about Director Hu Tao?" Zhongli inquired, his tone revealing an unexpected hint of apprehension.

Ningguang regarded him with a chilling gaze, an expression he had never seen from her, similar to the contemptuous look Aether had given them during their last confrontation. "Now you finally care about your fellow citizens, Archon?" she replied, her voice icy. The other Archons and Xiao looked on with palpable tension, as if Ningguang's words were a piercing blow, as if they were seeing the same cold, contemptuous eyes Aether had given them during their confrontation.

Zhongli lowered his head in shame. "Please…" he murmured weakly.

"Shut up, Zhongli! As if you haven't caused enough suffering. For your information, Hu Tao has gone back to Liyue. She has closed the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor until further notice. She has fallen into a deep depression much like Ganyu, Keqing, and Yelan. She no longer leaves her house, and before she left, she entrusted me with this letter for you. She said she never wanted to see you again." Ningguang passed the letter to Zhongli, her icy demeanor betraying no hint of sympathy.

Zhongli grasped the letter with a shaking hand. As he unfolded it, his gaze fell upon the heart-wrenching words penned by Hu Tao, which expressed her complete loss of trust in him. She called him an opportunist, chastising him for his lack of honesty regarding his true intentions.

To Zhongli, my former mentor, consultant, and friend,

I don't know where to begin this letter, or how to find the right words to express my feelings. Each word seems heavy, crushing as if my heart were caught in a vice that will never loosen. You know how attached I am to traditions, and how much I respect the bonds we have woven. But today, these bonds have become chains.

You always told me that you were here to guide Liyue, protect its people, and ensure the prosperity of our nation. I believed you, I trusted you. I believed that your decisions, your wisdom, were for the good of all. But today, I realized that I was blind. I followed you blindly, believing that your advice was sincere and that your actions were just.

Aether entered our lives like a breath of fresh air. He revealed a different path, a new perspective on the world—one where freedom and hope were still possible. He shone brightly in our darkest moments, and yet you snuffed out that light. Your indifference and selfish decisions led to the downfall of someone who, against all odds, still held faith in you… and in all of us.

I'm tired. Tired of lying to myself, tired of pretending that none of this matters.  I've witnessed Aether's suffering, the sorrow reflected in his eyes, the pain caused by our betrayals, and I've remained silent . Worse yet, I've supported you in your decisions, I've defended you. Today, I blame myself. I can't continue like this, to condone your lies.

I must confess something I had never dared to say before:  I love Aether .  It's not quite the same as the fondness I hold for the spirits I help transition to the afterlife, but it runs much deeper and feels more personal. His strength, kindness, and bravery captivated me completely. I truly believed he would guide us toward a brighter future, that he embodied our genuine hope.

Yet you lied to me, Zhongli .  You concealed vital truths, claiming to act for the greater good when in truth, your actions were self-serving. The choices you deemed wise shattered the very man I looked up to, sacrificing the purest soul we ever knew to uphold a facade of stability that you were fully aware had already crumbled. Because of your actions, neither he nor I will ever be the same. Aether will no longer look at me with that trusting gaze that signified our bond as allies and friends. Instead, he now sees me as one of the many who fell victim to your manipulations and half-truths. You hid behind centuries of experience and your Archon persona to avoid facing the truth: the hope of reclaiming what we once had is gone, and that realization gnaws at me just as fiercely as the resentment I harbor towards you.

Zhongli, I don't trust you anymore .  Whenever I think of you, all I see is Aether's face, etched with pain and betrayal—feelings you have caused. It's a burden I refuse to bear any longer. You often say that death is a natural part of life's cycle, but today, it's our friendship that has perished, and you are the one responsible for its demise.

I am closing the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, giving me time to find meaning in all this… if I ever find one. I don't know if I will ever come back, and I don't know if I will ever find the faith I once had in you again. For now, I can only distance myself from all this, to preserve what remains of my dignity and my soul.

I need to ask you to refrain from reaching out to me any further. Effective immediately, you are relieved of your responsibilities as a consultant for the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.  Our paths separate here. I do not want to meet your gaze, nor hear your voice. I want to forget all these years of lies and betrayals.  This is the only way I can hope to find some semblance of peace, if that is still within reach. Most importantly, I want Aether to forge his own path, free from  our mistakes and our hypocrisy.

Farewell, Zhongli, for good this time.

With all the pain of my broken soul,

Hu Tao

She ended their friendship and declared him permanently fired from his job as a consultant.

Each word felt like a piercing wound, and Zhongli's hands trembled increasingly as he continued to read. Tears welled up in his eyes, overwhelming him. He came to the painful realization of all he had lost, as his ideals of justice and honor crumbled around him. In a voice that was fragile and uncharacteristic of his usual composure, he murmured, "So it has come to this... I've been let go from my role as a consultant... and I've lost one of my dearest friends... Perhaps I brought this upon myself... I'm truly sorry, Director Hu Tao. I couldn't protect you, nor uphold the contract I made to Paimon... and I failed to save the one I regarded as a brother... Aether..." His voice faltered, and tears streamed down his face.

The other three Archons stared at Zhongli in shock, unable to comprehend his sudden collapse. The one who had always been their pillar of stoicism now wept like a child mourning the loss of his parents. To them, he embodied the wisdom and steadfastness of Liyue, he was nothing but a broken man.

Venti, who had remained silent throughout this conversation, let out a shaky sigh. "Aether changed us all. We are deeply indebted to him, yet we struggled to show our gratitude in the way he truly deserved. Our failure to honor him led to all of this, and today...we pay the price for our ignorance."

Raiden Ei nodded slowly, her lips tightly sealed as her eyes drifted into the depths of sorrowful memories. The burden of guilt weighed heavily on her heart. She had once thought that a firm hand would ensure Inazuma's stability, but now she recognized the depth of her failures in fulfilling her duties. "He was justified in leaving us," she confessed, her voice tinged with a chilling acceptance. "We are unworthy of his forgiveness."

Nahida, who had remained quiet until that moment, lowered her gaze, her small hands quivering slightly. Her usually serene and curious face was marked by a deep sadness, a sadness that felt out of place for someone who had always sought to understand and help others. "Aether was a beacon in our darkest times," she murmured softly, her voice trembling. "He brought us so much insight and hope…but we failed to protect or understand him. I believed that wisdom and empathy would be enough to guide him, to support him…but I wasn't there when he needed me the most."

Her words tumbled out, heavy with the burden of regret. She shut her eyes for a brief moment, battling the tears that threatened to fall. "He was right," she whispered almost inaudibly, "He was right to turn his back on us. We overlooked his suffering, failing to see beyond his words to grasp his true feelings. We allowed him to drown in his despair, and that is a mistake we cannot undo."

A heavy silence fell, enveloped the room, pierced only by Zhongli's quiet sobs and Xiao's labored breaths as he fought to remain upright. Suddenly, Shenhe, who had been holding her tongue, erupted with a fierce rage.

"You speak of debts and regrets, but those are just empty words! They hold no value! Aether endured so much pain, and you stood by without lifting a finger! You forsook him in his darkest hour, when he needed your support the most! You are nothing but frauds, mere pretenders to the title of Archons!" Her voice echoed with a deep sense of anguish, her fists trembling with a fury that had become too overwhelming to suppress.

The Archons lowered their heads, unable to meet her gaze. Ningguang and Jean remained steadfast amidst the turmoil, yet even they felt their convictions falter. They yearned to share their feelings, to clarify the situation so the Archons could grasp the full weight of their choices. Aether had been a source of hope for countless individuals, a true hero and friend… and they had allowed him to slip away, taking all the light along with him.

Shenhe's voice rang out with fury, her eyes glinting like shards of ice. "I can never forgive you!" she shouted, her words slicing through the air with a fierce intensity. "I will track down Aether, no matter the cost, and I will prove to him that he doesn't need you to save this world! You were never needed because you were too complacent to fulfill your responsibilities!"

The sound of her cry shattered the oppressive silence that enveloped them, creating an atmosphere thick with tension. Ningguang, aware that Shenhe was on the verge of losing control, moved closer. She gently rested her hand on the shoulder of the white-haired woman, hoping to quell the whirlwind of anger and grief that loomed over them. With a tender and calming tone, Ningguang reassured her, "Shenhe… Please don't fret. I will ensure that their sins are addressed. They will face the consequences of their actions."

Shenhe's intense gaze lingered for a moment, revealing a flicker of uncertainty. Finally, she nodded, but the fire of her anger remained evident in her eyes. "I truly hope so… They have no right to be here. From the very start, they have done nothing but made Aether suffer, and it's time for the truth to be revealed."

Ningguang nodded, a serious look crossing her face. "I understand… It will happen. But back to what I was saying, the situation regarding the other regions."

She tilted her head just enough to catch a glimpse of Jean, who stood a short distance away, her expression grave. "Yes, it's true. Regarding the individuals from Sumeru who traveled such a long way... They departed in haste. Their faces were filled with distress, and the vacant expressions they wore revealed so much about their experiences and beliefs..."

Jean stepped closer, her hands clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "There was Collei, the girl with the green hair, remember? She chose to stay in Mondstadt because she wanted to stay close to Amber. Amber was the only one by her side in the past, and Collei doesn't want to abandon her, even though Amber has been miserable since then."

Jean paused, her eyes lowered, clearly trying to control the emotions coursing through her. Ningguang continued, her voice becoming firmer again, "Besides, regarding Kamisato Ayaka… No one has seen her since the day Aether left. We only found some traces of Cryo near the lake the next day, but that's all."

Her eyes drifted for a moment, a deep sorrow etched across her features. "The last time I saw her was in Liyue. She seemed...on the verge of madness, lost and shattered by Aether's departure. I believe she set out to find him. She loved him profoundly, in a way that was beyond our comprehension. In some ways, she reminds me of you, Shenhe."

The Archons remained in a profound silence, absorbing the weight of the news with a palpable sense of helplessness. No one among them found the courage to speak up and disrupt the cascade of sorrowful events. Zhongli, still reeling from the loss of Aether and his former boss, instinctively crumpled the letter in his grasp, his heart heavy with guilt. The words he longed to express caught in his throat, leaving him unable to voice his feelings.

Venti lay curled up on his bed, gripping the sheets tightly as waves of pain and frustration washed over him. The weight of those judgmental gazes felt unbearable, and he found himself drained of the strength to endure them any longer. Thoughts of Aether and the warmth of his lost smile replayed endlessly in his mind. His lips quivered, yet no words escaped him.

As for Ei, she stood there frozen, her eyes avoiding the others, her lips pursed in tense silence. She had never known how to express the depth of her guilt, and now, those words seemed to haunt her.

Nahida, the youngest of the Archons, had her hands placed over her eyes, as if she wanted to erase the images that came back to her, remembering the moments when she could have intervened, but had done nothing.

Xiao stood apart, a mix of anguish and fury etched across his features. He clenched his jaw, feeling the anger simmering within him, burdened by the belief that he had failed to protect Aether as he wished. Deep down, he recognized that his own shortcomings contributed to the unfolding tragedy.

"Indeed... And in Mondstadt, as you might expect, it's time to rebuild the city. After all, the fight caused so much destruction. Even though I can't condone everything Aether has done until now. It doesn't change the fact we're all responsible for making him finally snap after everything we've put him through." Jean added, her voice choking under the weight of emotion. She felt her eyes moisten again, but she continued, her gaze lowered.

"And now, when I see the people of Mondstadt... they are all devastated. I haven't seen Amber since that day, and Lisa is nowhere to be seen. Diluc and Kaeya have become consumed by blind rage, chasing down the remaining bandits with a ferocity and remorse I never knew they had. Eula, however, has secluded herself in her home, refusing to see anyone."

As tears streamed down Jean's cheeks, each one revealed the depth of her anguish. "Bennett and Fischl are mere shells of their former selves now. I learned they've left the Adventurers' Guild for good, despite their once unwavering admiration for Aether. Razor has also chosen to stay away from Mondstadt, claiming the city brings him nightmares that force him to relive that tragic day... Mona has become a recluse, crying every day, overwhelmed by her frustration and helplessness."

Jean's voice faltered, her sobs breaking free like a dam bursting. Ningguang, who had been listening to her in silence, placed a comforting hand on her back, sympathetic to the pain of the one who now carried a weight similar to hers. Jean took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure before continuing, "And now, Noelle... She's nowhere to be found. She's even discarded her armor. When I found her armor, it was put away in the Knights of Favonius storeroom, among boxes that read, 'Useless hopes, to be thrown away.' She's given up on her dream of becoming a knight. All for Aether. She's no longer in Mondstadt, out of love for him."

Jean's tears fell steadily to the ground, each drop a manifestation of her unrestrained grief, marking her words with the weight of her suffering. When she raised her head, a notable shift occurred in her gaze. A fierce glint of anger ignited within her eyes, a chilling rage directed not only at herself but also at those she held responsible for this tragedy. Her face reflected both pain and a cold, unrelenting fury. In that moment, she was no longer just a leader, a friend, but a betrayed and wounded big sister.

Upon witnessing that look, the Archons were engulfed by a sense of trepidation. It mirrored the expressions they had observed from Ningguang and Shenhe, yet it was Aether's gaze that resonated most deeply. This particular look reminded them of the significant mark Aether had left on their lives. In that instant, they were reminded that Aether was recounting all of their sins, and the burden of guilt became increasingly oppressive, weighing heavily upon their shoulders.

Jean finally continued, her voice rising with resentment and anger: "And the worst... is when I went to the cathedral. Not only did I see Rosaria on the verge of tears, of all people, but she told me that Barbara left, too. She left Mondstadt for good to look for the man she loves. She gave up her role as a Deaconess because of how disillusioned she was with you, Barbatos..."

Jean shifted her attention to Venti, her eyes devoid of any respect she once held for him. The expression on her face was one of deep animosity, reflecting the anguish of a woman who had lost everything, a sister mourning the most cherished individual in her life. Venti experienced a slight tremor in his body, still weakened from the injuries sustained in battle. The impact of Jean's words struck him with the force of a sledgehammer.

Jean, unable to contain her fury any longer, moved menacingly towards Venti, her expression twisted with anguish and wrath. She was no longer the steadfast and determined figure that Mondstadt had known; instead, she appeared as a grief-stricken sister, losing her composure in the presence of the Anemo Archon. Her voice erupted in a cry of hopelessness that reverberated throughout the room, shattering the silence like a tempest: "Because of you... I LOST AETHER AND NOW BARBARA! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!? YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! BECAUSE OF YOU, ALL OF MONDSTADT IS IN CHAOS, AS YOU FAILED TO FULFILL YOUR DUTIES! WHEN I SEE PEOPLE STILL ON THEIR KNEES, CONTINUING TO PRAY TO YOU, IT FILLS ME WITH DISGUST!" she shouted, her tone laced with both fury and despair.

Venti, with his eyes widened in shock, found himself at a loss for words. The guilt that he had long suppressed began to consume him from within. Jean's face, twisted in fury, lingered in his thoughts, serving as a painful reminder of his shortcomings and his failure to protect those who relied on him. Once more, silence enveloped the room, thick and burdensome, resonating with the sorrow of those who had endured too much to retain any hope.

Jean moved in closer, delivering a sharp slap to the face of the drunken fool, prompting Venti to recoil. He found himself unable to avert his gaze, remaining motionless in the presence of the icy fury radiating from Jean's eyes, which now reflected a deep hatred towards him.

"Aether is gone, no thanks to you! If you had done your job, none of this would have happened! All those days drinking and singing as if nothing had happened and you have the nerve to cry!" she said with a bitterness that tore the air.

Venti had never seen Jean act like this. The frustration and sorrow she had endured during the days of mourning for Aether and Barbara had profoundly affected her. The other Archons looked at her, stunned, but none of them could really blame her. Even Venti, who was largely at fault, remained quiet, caught between feelings of sadness, fear, and the acknowledgment that Jean's statements were accurate.

Ningguang softly rested her hand on Jean's shoulder, signaling her to regain her composure. Although Jean's distress was justifiable, it was essential for her to maintain control. Taking a deep breath, Jean acknowledged that she had succumbed to her feelings. Gradually, she relaxed her grip on Venti, yet her intense gaze remained unchanged, with her anger still evident.

"You've done enough. I've said everything I need to say. I realize now that Aether was right about you all along. I have my share of responsibility for all this, and I admit it. After all, I've made mistakes as the Acting Grand Master of Mondstadt… But what you've done is unforgivable. You're supposed to be the protector of Mondstadt, damn it… And you failed to protect anything: the beauty of this nation, the citizens who live here, the trust of your allies, and the one who saved us all."

Venti wanted desperately to speak up, to share his feelings, but he had to admit that Jean was spot on. He lowered his gaze, tears streaming down his cheeks once more, which only aggravated Jean even more.

"Look at me... You have no right to cry. Even you other Archons—you have broken Aether more than you have helped him, and you were not even able to defeat him when you were supposed to be gods. After everything Aether has revealed, it is obvious that you are nothing but parasites, living off the backs of people who trusted you while we believed in your lies."

Jean could no longer contain her rage. Each word was a dagger, crafted to ensure they would feel the consequences of their choices. Ningguang, still at her side, nodded in agreement, as they had talked about it before entering the cathedral. They had promised each other to stay strong despite what had happened.

Ningguang then spoke, drawing on Jean's statements, her eyes reflecting the same anger.

"Jean is absolutely right. You mentioned that your actions were necessary, but that's far from the truth. Like her, I share in the responsibility. I deeply regret not honoring Aether as he deserved and failing to show my appreciation for everything he contributed to Liyue and all my colleagues. I've made mistakes, and I'm resolved to correct them. If I have the chance to see Aether again, I want to prove that I've learned from my failures and that I'm dedicated to building a better Liyue, one where our mistakes don't continue to cast a shadow over us."

Her eyes glistened with tears as she scrutinized her hand, seeking even a hint of certainty. Ningguang was determined to show Aether that she was not the greedy figure he perceived, but a person capable of genuine transformation and growth.

"After all, like many people, I care about him. It pained me to realize he harbored such thoughts about me... Now, I'm left questioning whether he was right or not..." she finished, a tear sliding down her cheek.

However, she stared at the Archons again, her gaze mixed with sadness and anger. Everyone listened attentively, as if hanging on to her words.

"But I know one thing. It was a mistake to believe in you. You are supposed to be the foundations of nations, and yet, you nearly toppled them instead. Since Aether revealed all these truths about you, how much he had to endure for you to manipulate him into "helping" you, without ever giving him the slightest information about his own search...It's revolting."

It was clear that each Archon yearned to counter the claims, to insist that they bore no responsibility, that their deeds were driven by a righteous purpose, or to justify their actions against the mounting accusations. However, silence enveloped them.

Zhongli, despite everything, tried to speak, as a silent tear rolled down his cheek.

"We…We never intended for things to turn out this way…We were striving for a brighter, more prosperous future..."

The very act of mustering the courage to apologize ignited a fierce anger within Ningguang and Jean. Their fists tightened, and their eyes blazed with a fury that rivaled Aether's, as if his formidable presence loomed behind them, poised to pass judgment once more. Whether it was Barbatos, Morax, Beelzebul, or Kusanali, they all sensed the Traveler's return, a ghostly figure haunting their midst.

"Shut up! Shut up once and for all!" Ningguang shouted, her tone sharp. "Do you really have the audacity to cling to such pitiful excuses? Is there no sense of shame within you? It's unbelievable how you all seem devoid of it! Prosperity? What a farce! Are you honestly claiming that as long as the ends justify the means, it's perfectly fine? With centuries, even millennia of wisdom and experience, you actually believe in something so naive!?"

"As Aether said, you have allied yourselves with the devil many times, the Fatui!" Jean added, her voice full of resentment.

"Indeed, you befriended a Harbinger, the very same one who plunged Liyue into chaos. And if Aether had not confronted him, what would you have done? Would you have let innocents die, calling them 'necessary sacrifices'? For what end? To prepare yourself for a quiet retirement while shirking your responsibilities? Ningguang's voice dripped with icy contempt.

Jean continued, pointing her finger at Barbatos, "And you, Barbatos were unable to defeat the Harbinger that came to Mondstadt. How can I trust you when you can't handle a mere mortal? If the Fatui can overpower you and manipulate you like a defenseless citizen, what does that mean for Mondstadt's safety? You're already neglecting your role; at the very least, you could have used the little honor you have left to protect this nation, but you didn't even do that."

Locking eyes with Nahida and Ei, Jean's voice rang out with conviction. "You both have your share of guilt too!" she insisted, her accusation hanging heavily in the air.

She glared at Ei, her tone heavy with scorn. "You deserted your own nation, choosing to exile yourself and let a machine make your choices. It's a complete disaster! If Aether's words are to be believed, that robot was utterly ineffective. You let the Fatui exploit your weaknesses, leading to an invasion that left your country without a leader. And you want me to think you care about your people? You can't even manage your own life, and your foolish partnership with them has resulted in the deaths of thousands. For what? Absolutely nothing! It's no wonder Aether was disgusted to see you again."

Ei's hand tightened into a fist, trembling as she battled the waves of pain and guilt crashing over her.

Jean's gaze locked onto Nahida, who appeared ready to break under the pressure. "And you, you waited patiently for Aether to resolve the crises in your country while Harbingers were trying to seize control of Sumeru and corner him. Why didn't you step up from the very beginning instead of leaning on him? No matter how complex things were, it was your duty, not his."

Nahida was completely lost, ready to collapse, feeling the full weight of truth in Jean's words. She wanted to curl up and cry, aware of her weakness and helplessness.

Jean's voice rang out with a fierce determination as she declared, "Do not ever mention a 'prosperous future' to us again. If your actions were genuinely 'necessary evils,' they should have resulted in something greater. Instead, you've ended up losing everything far too quickly."

The Archons didn't know what to say anymore. Overwhelmed by so many raw truths and accusations coming back to haunt them, they remained silent. Ningguang took a deep breath, her gaze piercing with disappointment.

"In the end, you let everyone down…Your people, your respective countries, your friends, and now, the one person we all trusted. I hope Aether finds peace, even if it wasn't the path I wanted for him." she sighed, feeling disheartened wishing that Aether would get better.

Jean's voice cut through the air once more, her fists clenched in determination. "We are free from doubt now. Aether has shown us the light, revealing the truth and, above all, our greatest weakness: our faith in you. You claim to respect humanity by granting us the freedom to defend ourselves, to think, and to protect our own, but those are just empty promises. Aether is the one who truly saved us and understood your people better than you ever could because YOU HAVE NO HEARTS AT ALL!"

The room was steeped in a profound silence, heavy and suffocating. The Archons were paralyzed, their faces reflecting the shock of the words that had imprinted themselves in their minds like a dark omen. Even Xiao, who had been an observer until that point, felt an undeniable pull to break the tension.

"I understand… It all makes sense. But now, what do you plan to do?" he inquired, his voice taut with tension, fully aware that the Archons' misdeeds would not escape retribution. The revelation had rattled him deeply; throughout Aether's speech, he had come to a staggering realization—his own master, Zhongli, was nothing but a manipulator hiding his true nature, just like the other Archons.

Ningguang was the first to respond, her gaze filled with contempt for those standing before her.

"I will take up my responsibilities again upon my return to Liyue. I have no intention of staying here much longer. Unlike you, I have obligations to fulfill. And now that I have lost my most dedicated colleagues for the preservation of Liyue, I will do what it takes to make up for it, even if it is time, I will guarantee Liyue's true independence, and I will see to it that the Fatui pests are completely eliminated. That means the end of the Northland Bank and the eradication of all Fatui forces. Although Aether has already decimated more than two-thirds of their presence in Liyue, remnants still linger, and they will be expelled—whether they hide in the Chasm or the southern regions—through diplomacy, and if necessary, by force."

Even though Ningguang couldn't condone the mountain of corpses, Aether left in his wake. She understood that the Fatui NEEDED to be put down like mad dogs they were. You don't tolerate them. You don't embrace them in friendship in hopes they grow a conscious and express kindness. You don't cave in to the bullying believing things won't get any worse before they stab you in the back. Enough was enough, and the Fatui have crossed too many lines. Teyvat was better off without the Fatui.

"No Fatui will be allowed to set foot in our lands from this moment forward. This is a decision I should have made long ago. Additionally, I intend to bolster security along the borders of Mondstadt, Liyue, and Sumeru to thwart any potential breaches. Jean and I have already agreed to strengthen security together. As for Sumeru, I will reach out to the Acting Grand Sage to discuss our plans. I recognize you should be part of this, Buer, but I have no intention of involving you when your so-called wisdom is, frankly, questionable," She remarked, looking at Nahida, who did not even dare to maintain eye contact with the Tianquan.

Taking a moment to breathe, Ningguang's eyes gleamed with a fierce resolve as she faced the Archons, who were still grappling with the shocking revelations. Her words fell like heavy stones, and the Archons could only watch in silence. Xiao and Zhongli were taken aback, their expressions revealing a mix of astonishment and reluctant acceptance of Ningguang's tough decisions for their nation, recognizing the sense in her actions after their shared experience. The silence was finally disrupted by Jean, her serious tone cutting through the tension.

"The primary focus for Mondstadt is to rebuild the city. Although the work has commenced, it will require considerable time and effort. This endeavor involves not just the city, but the whole region stretching from Windrise to the Dawn Winery. The road ahead will be long and arduous, but it can't be helped." She glanced at Ningguang. "Ningguang has kindly offered her financial resources to aid in the restoration, helping to alleviate the economic burden on Mondstadt. This collaboration will also strengthen our relationship with Liyue, accomplishing two goals simultaneously."

She took a deep breath before continuing, her tone even more serious. "Furthermore, I intend to completely reform the Knights of Favonius to ensure the safety of the city. The Knights currently stationed here are inadequately trained. Some of them have difficulty going against Hillichurls. We can no longer tolerate such weakness." Her eyes lowered for a moment, filled with uncertainty. "Grandmaster Varka has left with most of our forces, and our defenses have been compromised. From this point forward, the standards for joining will be significantly raised. Even if it results in fewer Knights, they will at least possess the skills necessary to safeguard Mondstadt. Because after everything that has happened, I fear that we will lose some of our best…"

Jean lingered, her heart sinking as she thought of those who had lent their strength to Aether. Amber and Eula, two knights of exceptional skill, had come back with their spirits crushed, their friendships shattered beyond repair.

Ningguang continued, determined. "We have made our decisions for our nations, Mondstadt and Liyue. As for Inazuma and Sumeru, we have no authority over them, but we have made our choice for our own lands."

She looked pointedly at the Archons, who had understood that negotiations would no longer be possible. Jean nodded in agreement. "We've explained our plans for the future, but it's time for your punishments, Archons."

The Archons, recognizing the gravity of Jean's statement, appeared uneasy. Ningguang, unyielding, continued: "Yes, Jean is absolutely right. Considering the vile crimes you've committed, no prison sentence or execution could ever make amends for the harm you've done to us and Aether."

The Archons cast anxious looks at one another, beads of sweat forming on their brows. Jean's gaze pierced through them, unyielding. "Venti, your punishment is to witness the restoration of Mondstadt."

"What?" Venti called out in confusion, so did everyone else as that wasn't a punishment at all.

Jean continued to speak, her face showing her contempt. "I assure you, Venti. This isn't a slap on the wrist. You will watch as Mondstadt rises up from the ashes, free from your influence. To the point, you wouldn't be able to recognize it. Even now, I'm sure you can sense it. The people who once worshiped you are starting to dwindle little by little. Especially the people you could call your friends, now curse your name. Your feats, once celebrated, will be nothing more than whispers in the wind. In the passage of time—be it a year, a century, or a millennia—your legacy will vanish. Those who still remember you will be reminded of the bad memories you created. All the while you can only watch helplessly as you will never be a part of Mondstadt's new golden age."

Venti's eyes overflowed with tears, each drop a reflection of the anguish those words brought him, sharper than any blade. The punishment Jean had delivered was a cruel fate, one that felt like a living nightmare, far worse than death.

Ningguang turned her attention to Zhongli, her voice ringing out. "Zhongli, for the crime of terrorism and endangering the lives of the citizens of Liyue. I, Ningguang of the Qixing hereby banish you from ever stepping foot into Liyue ever again!"

"Y-You can't!" Zhongli's eyes widened in horror at the punishment, but Ningguang refused to show any leniency.

"You're indeed correct, Zhongli. Normally, a trial will be held in front of the rest of the Qixing along with an attorney to defend you. However, I can skip the formalities considering the severity of your crimes. Before you protest any further need I remind you you're just a simple unemployed man and no longer the Geo Archon. So let me give an ultimatum: never bring your vile presence to Liyue ever again while leaving with a sliver of dignity in this room OR you can resist and have your sins exposed to the world while the people who once worshiped demand your head!" Ningguang exclaimed angrily, just daring Zhongli to pick the latter to show off Liyue's strength once again.

With a heavy heart, Zhongli let his head fall, tears trickling down as he faced the painful truth that he would never again set foot in the only home he had ever loved.

Zhongli and Venti stared intently at the ground, accepting their fate with a heavy silence. In that moment, their identities as Archons faded into insignificance. They had become mere observers of the very destiny they had once influenced, and the unfolding drama left them feeling powerless. Meanwhile, Ei and Nahida stood quietly, burdened by a shared guilt. Though their positions as Archons and leaders shielded them from immediate repercussions, they were acutely aware that the consequences would eventually ripple through Inazuma and Sumeru.

As Ningguang spoke, her attention turned to Nahida and Ei, the only Archons not entangled in the leaders' choices. "You may assume this punishment doesn't affect you," she warned, her voice piercing like a dagger, "But don't think that your status as a foreign Archon's will protect you. The truth will emerge in your nations as well as ours. The light brought forth by Aether will shine into every hidden corner of the world, revealing the darkness you've concealed."

A heavy silence fell as her words hit, Ei and Nahida exchanged a look, knowing that their own judgment was only a matter of time. No rebellion, no argument, no words could answer what they had heard. Aether was more than just a hero to these nations: he had become a symbol of change, a force that even the Archons could not contain.

Jean spoke, her voice soft but firm, marking the end of an era. "We have our responsibilities. We must forge a new beginning on solid ground, unclouded by the illusions you imposed. Mondstadt will be rebuilt, brick by brick, as a testament to the one who accomplished what you could not.

The Archons stood in shock, paralyzed and speechless, their silence echoing louder than any shout. They found themselves mere onlookers in a world undergoing profound change, a world that had decided to advance without their guidance. Inspired by the words of one man—the very one who had been their beacon from the start—they felt the winds of a new era stirring. This was a time when truth and resolve would steer the destinies of Mondstadt, Liyue, Inazuma, and Sumeru, liberated from the Archons' looming shadows.

Ningguang looked at Shenhe, her eyes reflecting the fierce determination that burned within her, despite her frail state. "… And Shenhe…When the doctors and nuns declare you fit enough, you can set off. If you choose to search for Aether, I wish you all the best. He may not be easily swayed, but I have faith that you can reach him, so he doesn't reject you again."

Shenhe nodded firmly, her voice resolute but softened by a gentle warmth. "Thank you, Ningguang… I won't turn my back on Aether. He has given me so much, and I am committed to repaying that kindness. I will do all I can to support him."

"I understand completely, Shenhe... Get well soon," Ningguang said, her voice now laced with warmth. The gentleness in her tone stood in stark contrast to her earlier harshness directed at the Archons. "With that said...Goodbye. May we never cross paths ever again." She locked her intense gaze on them for a final moment before decisively turning away.

As Jean and Ningguang exited the cathedral, their footsteps rang out like a bittersweet goodbye to the echoes of the past. The Archons, now abandoned, found themselves as powerless observers of a new chapter unfolding. Aether, though gone and having paved a dark path had strangely become a beacon of hope and truth, a light destined to shatter the most deeply rooted illusions.

Xiao, meanwhile, felt that he was no longer in sync with the Archons, questioning his own ethics and reasoning upon hearing all the decisions made. He understood that he had to distance himself from the haunting echoes of his past.

Weakened yet unwavering, Shenhe readied herself for the journey that lay ahead. In the meantime, Jean and Ningguang forged ahead, driven by their mission to restore their nations with the truths revealed by Aether, even if it meant shattering the remnants of the Archons' legacy. The Archons watched intently until the figures of Jean and Ningguang faded from sight, marking the conclusion of an era and the birth of a new one, where the light of truth outshone the shadows cast by fallen deities.