watching from the statue in the plaza, his usual lazy grin gone Enough.

We can't hold them back much longer, Venti. If you know something—

I know everything, Traveler.

Forgive me, Mondstadt. I should have told you sooner.

Huh? Did the wind just... stop?

voice echoing, deep, no longer playful Hear me, children of Mondstadt.

from the steps of the cathedral, pale as the stone behind him ...Barbatos?**

turning, eyes glowing Miss me?

looking back at the Abyss Heralds, smile finally returning, sharp.

a young man with a pyro vision, stretching in a flower field in Natlan, grinning Well.