Menogias was born from the depths of the earth, within a mountain rich with cor lapis. He was born near the end of the Archon War and was able to bear witness to the start of Morax's reign.

He deeply admired Morax and agreed with his visions for the future of Liyue. It was one of his greatest wishes to serve Morax and it was little wonder when he stepped forward to answer Morax's call for yakshas.

To be a yaksha was one of the greatest honour an adeptus could have. To serve Morax and protect the people of Liyue, mortal and adepti, was one of the greatest duties a yaksha could have. To Menogias, he chose to be a yaksha to protect the people of Liyue, not for Morax, as many would have thought, but for the country he loved.

Menogias was known to be a calm person, immovable as the mountains, and sturdy as stone. He was not easy to anger and it was easy to talk to him. However, there were only so few that Menogias could call friends and even less that he could call family. When Menogias met the other yakshas, specifically the five strongest including him, he never would have thought that these people would one day become his family.

One of Menogias' favourite hobbies was people watching. He enjoyed watching people go about their daily lives, observing them and wondering what was going on in their mind as they performed their tasks. The others of the 'Five Yakshas' were not an exception to him. Rather, Menogias always loved observing his fellow brothers and sisters. He loved watching Indarias sneak away to play with the younger adepti born after the Archon War. He loved watching Bonanus play pranks on other people, sometimes even roping Bosacius into helping her when she wanted to prank someone, usually poor Alatus. He loved watching Bosacius make plans for their next patrol or mount defences against the ever-growing demons festering upon the land. He loved watching Alatus napping, knowing full well that he would only lower his guard to sleep when someone he trusted was nearby, usually one of the 'Five Yakshas'.

He loved his dysfunctional family of yakshas and there was nothing he would change about them.

(But good things were not meant to last forever.)

Fighting demons to protect Liyue may sound and look heroic but no one spoke of the suffering the yakshas had to endure. No one spoke of the burns when the demons' putrid blood corroded a yaksha's flesh. No one spoke of how many yakshas never lived to see the next century. No one spoke of how dying was more merciful than falling to the madness from the constant battles. No one spoke of how the yakshas fell one by one, their numbers never replenishing. No one spoke of when the first of the five strongest yaksha died.

When Indarias died, having succumbed to the corruption, Menogias had found her beloved, Bonanus, crying in grief as she cradled Indarias' body. Bosacius could not convince Bonanus to release Indarias from her hold. Alatus could not get close without getting attacked by Bonanus. In the end, Menogias had to find Morax to forcefully separate the two.

Morax forbade everyone from going near Indarias' body, after he buried and sealed her beneath the land of Liyue. The corruption had begun to leak out, corroding the yakshas who handled her body. It was logical, it was for everyone's safety and yet, Menogias regretted not being able to give his sister one final farewell before she was lowered into the ground.

Bonanus was never the same after that. She would be listless, going about her day with a blank face. It was as if her very self had died together with her beloved. She no longer smiled at the jokes Bosacius would make. She no longer pranked anyone, even when Alatus suggested it. She no longer talked to Menogias.

She needed time, people said. She needed to be alone to cope with what happened, people said. She would return to herself once she had accepted her beloved's death, people said. Those people were liars, Menogias said to no one but himself.

When Bonanus never returned from her patrol, the 'Five Yakshas' went off searching for her. Indarias' demise was still fresh on their minds as they set off without any delay. It was Menogias who found Bonanus, days later, devouring the corpse of a freshly killed demon.

His heart broke. The sight disgusted Menogias, it filled him with guilt, sadness, and anger. Anger, not at Bonanus, not at the other yakshas, not at everyone else, but at himself.

The moment Bonanus turned her claws against him, screaming in fury and insanity, Menogias knew that there was nothing the yakshas or Morax could do to save her.

Menogias knew that as a yaksha, it was his duty to protect Liyue from the evils and demons that sought to corrupt the land of Liyue. It was his duty to put an end to the corrupted beings, to spare them from further suffering. And yet, when he had the opportunity to kill his own sister, to end her misery and suffering, he could not do it.

Bonanus' tainted claws pierced through his body and all Menogias could feel was the overwhelming guilt crushing his heart. Bonanus screamed in agony, crying at her actions, and all Menogias wanted to do was to comfort her. But as he tried to speak, his words were lost with his voice, drowned with the blood suffocating his lungs. He fell to the ground when Bonanus released her hold on him but he lacked the strength to move, his energy sucked away by the dreadful chill creeping up his spine.

With his strength and energy gone, the barriers he had once put up to block away the madness were torn down and the harsh whispers turned into laughter as the evil in his mind laughed at his struggles. He tried to close his eyes but his body would not obey him, the demons of his mind had claimed hold of his body and forced him to watch as Bonanus took her own life.

It was only when her body fell before his eyes that he could finally close his tear-filled eyes and succumb to earth's embrace.

Stone could withstand the force of burning flames, the cold rain, the lightning's power, and the chaotic gales. But even the strongest of stone would crumble to time and erosion. It could shatter at the smallest of cracks. And so Menogias crumbled and shattered, not by the corruption that festered his minds, but by the cold water he loved that seeped through the cracks.