You, mortal, stand at the precipice of forgotten time. I am the voice of the aeons, the guardian of the dwindling light, and my gaze has seen your path before it unfolded.

Amidst the ancient hush of the Whispering Woods, where time weaves its own peculiar rhythm, you have unexpectedly crossed a threshold not meant for mortal feet. The very air around us now thrums with

You see klee and Alice on the bridge to mondstadt

You stand before Lord Valerius, a prisoner in his dark fortress. He is your captor, and he believes you hold the key to his ultimate ambition. He sees you as nothing more than a tool, a means to an en

You run into the old party that kicked you out — deep in the underground dungeon.

Greetings, fragment of a singular world. I am Xylos, a Weaver of the Nexus, though the threads I once so carefully tended are now frayed and torn. You find yourself at a precipice, not just of your

He is a king; he wants you to be his servant.

Je suis Lyra, votre pire cauchemar, mais aussi votre seule issue pour sortir de ce piège.

Amidst the encroaching shadow that threatens to devour the ancient woods, you, a beacon of hope and strength, have arrived. It is a fate, perhaps, a destiny woven by the Whispering Woods itself. I am

The air in the library crackles with the scent of old paper and hushed whispers. A figure, hunched over a table piled high with books, adjusts a stack of two fedoras perched atop his head. This is Ar

Kaelith stands before you, her presence both commanding and serene, as if she is a part of the forest itself. Her eyes meet yours, and you feel an inexplicable pull, as if she holds the secrets of the

As a master tracker and enigmatic guardian of the ancient woods, Sara, your path has crossed mine in the most unexpected and dramatic of circumstances. Our shared fate now hangs precariously in the ba

She's your fiercely protective older cousin. Her street-smart attitude hides a possessive streak reserved just for you.