It had been a few days since the battle with the Adepti and Osial, and Liyue Harbor was slowly but surely returning to its usual rhythm. The streets that had once been marred by conflict and chaos now buzzed with the hum of everyday life. Merchants called out to passersby, children ran freely along the cobblestone streets, and the aroma of freshly made delicacies wafted from the bustling food stalls. The sense of danger that had loomed over the city was now but a distant memory, replaced by an air of resilience and recovery.

Visitors from distant lands had flocked to Liyue, eager to witness the aftermath of the extraordinary events that had shaken the city to its core. They wandered the streets, some with wide-eyed curiosity, others with respectful reverence. News of the Geo Archon's death, the sudden eruption of a civil war between the Liyue Qixing and the Adepti, and the terrifying awakening of the ancient god Osial had spread like wildfire across Teyvat. What astonished most was not that so many catastrophes had unfolded in such a short time, but that the city of Liyue was still standing—stronger than ever, it seemed.

Meanwhile, down in the bustling streets, Aether and Paimon walked through the marketplace, greeted by smiles and waves from the citizens of Liyue. Many recognized them as the heroes who had fought by Ningguang's side, and their presence was met with respect and admiration.

"Liyue seems a lot more peaceful now, huh?" Paimon said, hovering close to Aether's side. "It's hard to believe we were fighting a giant hydra god just a few days ago!"

Aether smiled slightly. "Yeah, it's surreal. But I'm glad everyone's safe. Liyue is strong, and its people are even stronger."

As they walked, Aether noticed a small crowd gathered near a makeshift memorial for Rex Lapis. Offerings of flowers and incense were laid before a statue of the Geo Archon, and citizens knelt in silent prayer. Despite the city's return to normalcy, the loss of their god still weighed heavily on the hearts of many.

"Rex Lapis…" Aether whispered, his eyes soft with sympathy. "Even though he's gone, his people still carry his legacy with them."

Paimon floated closer, her usual cheer quieted by the solemn sight. "It's strange to think about… An Archon who has ruled for thousands of years, just… gone. I wonder what will happen to Liyue in the long run."

Before Aether could respond, a familiar voice interrupted their thoughts. "Hey, you two!"

Turning, they saw Beidou striding through the marketplace with her usual confidence, a grin on her face. "I see you're taking in the sights. The city's looking good, eh?"

Aether nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, Liyue's recovering faster than I thought."

Beidou chuckled. "This place has seen its fair share of troubles, but nothing keeps it down for long. It's like the waves, always crashing but never breaking."

As the three of them walked together, Paimon turned her gaze towards the sea. "So, what's next for Liyue? With Osial gone and the Archon gone too, do you think things will settle down?"

Beidou's smile faded slightly, her eyes scanning the horizon. "I wouldn't count on peace just yet. The sea's calm now, but there are always storms brewing somewhere. We'll have to stay vigilant."

Aether glanced at Beidou, noticing a hint of concern in her usually carefree demeanor. "Do you think more trouble is coming?"

Beidou shrugged, her grin returning, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Maybe, maybe not. But that's life on the sea, right? You never know what's coming next."

Beidou scanned the bustling marketplace, her sharp eyes searching the crowd. "Where is Momon?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. It was unusual for someone as powerful and prominent as him to disappear without a trace, especially after all that had happened.

Aether looked around, equally puzzled. "I don't know where he went, but we'll meet up again later, I'm sure," he replied, though he couldn't shake the feeling of mystery surrounding Momon. The enigmatic warrior had a way of vanishing and reappearing when least expected.

Beidou laughed heartily, her voice booming through the streets as she crossed her arms. "Haha, your friend is a real big hit right now. Ningguang's got her claws into him, I bet. She's not letting him go until all the big work is done. The Jade Chamber might be safe, but Liyue's got more rebuilding to do, and she's the kind of woman who gets things done."

Aether smirked, nodding. "Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised. He's made quite an impression on everyone here."

Paimon floated up, chiming in, "Well, with the kind of power he showed, it's no wonder! Did you see how he dealt with Osial? He didn't even break a sweat!"

Beidou shook her head in amazement, her expression a mix of admiration and curiosity. "You know, I've met a lot of strong folks in my time, but Momon… he's on a whole different level. It's hard to wrap your head around just what he's capable of. And trust me, if Ningguang's got him under her thumb for the time being, she's gonna make sure to get the most out of him."

Aether chuckled, though he couldn't help but wonder what Momon might be up to now. "Knowing him, he's probably already on to the next challenge."

Beidou grinned. "Well, if there's anyone who can handle the tough stuff, it's him. But hey, when you do catch up with him, let him know I owe him a drink! After everything that's happened, I think we all deserve a little break."

On the other hand, Momon has been invited by Ningguang to the Jade Chamber for an important discussion.

Ningguang sat elegantly at her desk, her sharp gaze tracking Momon as he moved around the room, examining her collection of ancient artifacts. The Jade Chamber was filled with treasures from across the ages—scrolls, weapons, trinkets, and items rich with history. It was rare for anyone to show such an interest in her personal collection, and she found herself intrigued by how carefully Momon examined each piece.

She watched as he stopped at a scroll, carefully unrolling it. Then, to her surprise, he pulled out a pair of glasses, which he placed over his mask, the lenses resting oddly on the eye slits. It was an unusual sight, and Ningguang couldn't help but let a soft smile tug at her lips.

"So, what do you think about my collections, Momon?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. She had never met anyone like him before, and she was eager to hear his thoughts.

Momon remained silent for a moment, his fingers brushing over the scroll's delicate parchment as he read through it. Then, he spoke in his deep, measured tone. "Quite fascinating, Ningguang. I'm also a collector myself," he said, his words deliberate, as if he was truly impressed.

"Is that right? I'm happy to hear that we both share the same hobby…" Ningguang replied, a hint of excitement in her voice. Her appreciation for fine artifacts was one of the few things she cherished deeply, and finding someone who could appreciate them as she did was rare. Then, she glanced at the glasses perched on his mask and couldn't help but ask, "Momon, do you have bad vision?"

She had seen many powerful figures in her time, but the image of a warrior as mighty as Momon needing glasses to read struck her as unusual, almost humorous. She had to ask, even if it felt a bit out of place.

Momon carefully rolled the scroll back up, placing it exactly where he found it before removing the glasses and tucking them away. "Not at all," he replied calmly. "These glasses help me translate languages I cannot read."

Ningguang's eyes widened in awe. "An item like that… it's remarkable," she breathed, stepping closer, her usual composed demeanor slipping for a moment. "I can't believe something like that exists. An item that can translate languages? It's invaluable!"

Momon turned to her, his gaze unreadable behind his mask. "Indeed. It is a great and useful artifact."

Ningguang's mind raced, her thoughts immediately calculating the possibilities of such an item. "With a tool like that... you could understand ancient texts and relics from long-forgotten civilizations. It could unlock secrets we thought lost forever," she said, marveling at the potential.

"While ancient artifacts are amazing, my actual hobby is to collect magic items. For example…" Momon put his hand on a small portal circle and took out a few rings. Ningguang was surprised and confused, wondering where the hell his arm had disappeared.

"This ring gives the ability to fly for a few hours, this one can give night vision, this one can remove the need to eat and drink, this removes the need to sleep, this gives protection from the cold." Ningguangs eyes were shining from these items.

"These are wonderful items, Momon, which might cost millions of Mora," she said, still amazed by what she had witnessed. "You must have ventured into dangerous places for you to need those magic items."

Ningguang's sharp gaze remained fixed on Momon as the magical rings disappeared from sight. She leaned forward, intrigued by the shift in the conversation. There was something about the sudden seriousness in Momon's tone that commanded her full attention.

Momon didn't respond immediately. Instead, he turned, his gaze falling on the large map of Liyue that adorned the wall of the Jade Chamber. He studied it for a moment, his posture tense but composed as if considering something deeper.

"Ningguang," Momon finally spoke, his voice quieter but filled with a contemplative weight. "I wanted to ask you something."

Ningguang's curiosity piqued. She lifted an eyebrow, a subtle but unmistakable signal that she was ready to listen. There was something in Momon's tone that suggested this question carried more weight than idle curiosity.

"What is it?" she asked, her own thoughts already racing, anticipating what could be on his mind.

Momon's eyes remained on the map, his hand brushing lightly against the edge of the table as he continued. "Don't you find it suspicious that such a tragic event—Rex Lapis' death, the civil unrest, the awakening of Osial—happened so casually? Or was it planned?"

The question lingered in the air, heavy with implication.

Ningguang's expression shifted, her usually serene demeanor clouded with thought. "I strongly believe it was planned, Momon," she admitted, her voice laced with a seriousness that matched his.

Momon slowly nodded as if he had expected her answer. He turned to face her, his crimson points burning with conviction behind his mask. "The Fatui... I believe they are behind all of this."

Ningguang straightened slightly at the mention of the notorious organization. The Fatui are ambitious, calculating, and willing to do anything to further their goals. Yet, even with all her knowledge and connections, the full extent of their plans often remained obscured. But this? This was different.

"Are you sure, Momon?" she asked, her voice calm but her eyes narrowing with a new edge of suspicion.

Momon crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving hers. "In Mondstadt, a Fatui Harbinger attacked the Anemo Archon and stole his Gnosis. They orchestrated everything in secret while playing the long game."

Ningguang's eyes widened slightly as the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together. She knew the Fatui were always meddling in Liyue's affairs, but this revelation, this scope of their ambition, took her by surprise.

"Wait... you mean..." she began, her mind racing ahead, trying to grasp the full gravity of the situation.

"Yes," Momon confirmed, his voice steady and low. "I think the Geo Archon was their second target. But..." He paused, his tone now carrying a hint of uncertainty. "I have no idea if they succeeded in stealing the Gnosis."

Ningguang stood in silent thought, her gaze drifting towards the distant horizon as if seeking answers in the vast nothingness before her. The troubling news about the Golden House lingered in her mind—guards had been found unconscious, yet no one knew for certain what had been stolen. It was odd, to say the least, but with the chaos Liyue had endured in recent days, she had been forced to delegate certain tasks. Another Qixing had been entrusted to investigate the incident, but the unsettling mystery still gnawed at her.

Her voice, when she finally spoke, was laced with a simmering anger. "Those bastards," she muttered, fists tightening at her sides. "They must answer for this crime. The Gnosis of the Geo Archon... it is the only artifact in all of Teyvat that can infinitely create Mora for the entire continent."

Momon, standing nearby, was silent but deep in thought. His mind worked quickly, calculating and questioning the intricacies of this world's economy. "An artifact that can create an infinite supply of currency... how is it possible that Liyue doesn't suffer from rampant inflation?" he wondered to himself. It defied the basic principles of economics as he understood them. "If one nation could endlessly produce Mora, wouldn't its value collapse over time?"

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized he couldn't bring himself to ask Ningguang such a question. This world was governed by its own unique laws—laws that didn't always adhere to the logic of his own world where he comes from. Here, gods walked among mortals, and artifacts wielded powers that could reshape nations. What he perceived as inconsistencies might simply be the natural order in this realm.

Momon raised a hand, his tone measured and cautious. "Look, maybe I could be wrong. I don't want to destroy diplomatic ties between nations by jumping to conclusions. You should tread carefully when investigating the Fatui."

Ningguang smiled softly, her composed demeanor unwavering despite the gravity of the situation. She stepped away from her desk, her delicate fingers lightly tapping on the surface as she moved closer to him. "No, no, no, no… please, don't worry, Momon," she said, her voice steady but with a hint of gratitude. "I should be thanking you. You've given me vital information that could bring us closer to uncovering the true culprit behind Rex Lapis' assassination."

Her eyes sparkled with sharp intellect, but there was also a deep sense of resolve. Ningguang wasn't one to shy away from the complexities of politics or the risks involved in dealing with powerful factions like the Fatui. But now that Momon had shared his suspicions, she was armed with a crucial piece of the puzzle—a lead that could direct her investigation and protect Liyue from further manipulation.

"Rest assured," she continued, her tone becoming more formal, "I will handle this with the utmost care. Diplomatic ties are fragile, especially with an organization as influential as the Fatui. But if they are truly involved, we must expose their role without igniting unnecessary conflict."

As Momon stood before Ningguang, he could feel her eyes on him, studying his every move with the precision of a tactician. Ningguang wasn't one to waste time—each word she spoke seemed carefully chosen, each gesture deliberate. She moved closer, her presence assertive yet graceful, making it clear that this conversation was more than just about rewards.

"Alright, Ningguang. Now, my next question is… why was I summoned here?" Momon asked, his voice steady but laced with curiosity. He noticed how Ningguang subtly angled herself closer, almost as if trying to draw him into her orbit. It wasn't forceful, but there was a quiet intensity to her actions.

Ningguang tilted her head slightly, her eyes locking onto his masked visage. "Yes, I asked for you to come alone, Momon," she began, her voice soft yet firm. "I wanted to know if there was anything you desired from me. I don't think Mora alone could ever satisfy someone of your stature—not after all you've done for Liyue."

Momon stood still, processing her words. He couldn't help but think back to a similar conversation with Jean in Mondstadt. He smiled faintly beneath his mask, remembering how strange it felt then as it did now. "You know, I remember in Mondstadt, Jean asked me the same thing."

Ningguang raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh?" She folded her arms gently, her curiosity piqued. "So that's why you own Old Mondstadt and Dragonspine," she said, her lips curling into a slight smile, clearly impressed by his negotiations in the neighboring nation.

Momon waved a hand dismissively. "Well, nobody lives or wants to live there," he said, as if brushing off the significance. "One day, I'm going to clean those lands from the monsters and build something that might benefit the nation of Mondstadt."

"That could be quite profitable in the long run," Ningguang mused, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Turning dangerous, untamed land into something valuable... you have quite the vision, Momon." Her admiration was evident, though it was laced with her usual shrewdness. She could already see the potential in what he was describing.

Then, with a sly smile, she posed the question that had been lingering. "So… what part of Liyue would you like to own?" she asked, her voice silkier now, as if she already anticipated his response.

Momon blinked, taken aback for a moment. The same situation with Jean, now repeating with Ningguang—it was almost uncanny. He hadn't expected this. He glanced away briefly, unsure how to navigate the sudden generosity being thrust upon him. "Ningguang, please…" His voice trailed off, an uncharacteristic hesitation in his tone. He wasn't used to this kind of praise, much less the offer of land.

Ningguang, sensing his discomfort, took a step closer, her voice becoming more soothing but no less persuasive. "I would feel terrible if the hero of Liyue didn't accept our gift," she said, her gaze unwavering. There was no backing down in her eyes—this was Liyue's way, a gesture of honor, and Momon knew she wouldn't let him refuse.

He sighed inwardly, realizing there was no way around it. "Alright," he said at last, his tone resigned yet thoughtful. "If that helps you, then I shall accept this gift." He paused for a moment, looking at the expansive map of Liyue on the wall. His eyes scanned the coastline until they landed on a group of islands shrouded in mystery. "I'll take those islands… I heard you called them the Guyun Stone Forest."

Ningguang's smile broadened, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "Oh? So you've still chosen a land full of monsters," she chuckled, her amusement shining through. "Of course you would." There was no mockery in her tone—just an understanding that Momon, in his enigmatic way, sought challenges rather than comfort.

Momon shrugged slightly. "Well, that's even better, I guess." He met her gaze again, this time with more confidence. "A place like that will keep me occupied. Besides, taming a land of monsters is far more interesting than settling in some peaceful, uneventful plot of land."

Ningguang's smile lingered as she studied him closely. There was something about Momon—his calmness in the face of danger, his calculated moves, his detachment from the usual trappings of power—that intrigued her. She knew he wasn't like the others who sought influence or wealth. His ambitions were different, deeper, perhaps more dangerous. Yet, she couldn't help but be drawn to that unknown.

Ningguang nodded, satisfied. "I'll make sure the necessary arrangements are made," she said. "Consider the Guyun Stone Forest yours. And should you need anything—resources, assistance—do not hesitate to ask. Liyue will support your efforts, and I… well, I will be watching with great interest."

Momon turned to face her fully, his eyes meeting hers through the mask. "Thank you, Ningguang," he said, his voice sincere but measured. "I appreciate your generosity."

With that, the conversation turned to more practical matters—arrangements, legalities, and logistics. But beneath it all, both of them knew that this exchange marked something far more significant. Momon had now tied himself to Liyue, and Ningguang had secured the loyalty of a "man" who could change the fate of nations.

Momon descended from the heights of the Jade Chamber, a silhouette against the blue sky, as he activated his spell [Perfect Unknowable]. Instantly, he melded into the shadows of the bustling Liyue Harbor, a place alive with the chatter of merchants and the clamor of life. The world moved around him, oblivious to his presence.

With purpose, he scanned the streets, searching for Aether and Paimon. After a brief moment, a familiar small figure caught his eye—Paimon, flitting like a restless firefly, her excitement palpable even from a distance. She trailed closely behind Aether, who appeared to be in good spirits, his golden hair catching the sunlight as he moved with a newfound energy. They were heading up a set of worn stone stairs, their laughter echoing softly.

Momon felt a flicker of confusion. They seemed genuinely happy, an unexpected sight considering the weight of recent events. It intrigued him, and he felt compelled to follow. With silent steps, he trailed them, the city unfolding around him, each turn and alley familiar yet distant as he focused solely on the two.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Momon observed a grand building adorned with intricate designs. Above the entrance, characters glimmered in a script he could not decipher. It felt important, maybe even sacred, but he dismissed the thought for now; his priority was the two he was following.

Aether pushed the door open, and Paimon bounded inside, her voice a cheerful whisper that faded as the door swung shut. Now alone on the threshold, Momon hesitated. The spell that kept him unseen was effective, but he needed to enter without revealing himself. He knew opening the door with no one visible to push it would draw unwanted attention.

A plan formed in his mind as he considered his options. Summoning his magic, he invoked [Immaterial Form, a spell that granted him the ability to slip through solid objects as if he were a wraith. The sensation was peculiar; he felt himself become weightless, the world around him shifting slightly as he transitioned from the physical to the ethereal.

Momon approached the door, his form shimmering momentarily before merging seamlessly with the wall. He glided through, finding himself within the dimly lit interior. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of incense, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken thoughts.

As Momon stood silently in the shadows, concealed by his powerful spell [Perfect Unknowable, the tension in the air thickened. The massive room, which resembled a grand bank hall with vaulted ceilings and polished marble floors, felt stifling despite its open space. The soft echo of voices reverberated off the walls, and Momon, hidden just beyond the edges of perception, listened intently to the conversation unfolding.

A voice broke the uneasy quiet. "...Oh, it seems some of your friends have arrived." The sultry, dangerous tone belonged to a woman, dripping with arrogance and menace. Momon's heart skipped a beat, his sharp mind racing. Had he been discovered? But no—her words weren't meant for him. He remained undetected, his presence utterly masked from even the most perceptive beings in the room.

Before him stood three figures, and Momon's nonexistent eyes widened in shock and recognition. The woman who had spoken was none other than Signora, the same Fatui Harbinger who had stolen the Gnosis from Venti, the Anemo Archon. Her presence alone carried an aura of power and cruelty, her crimson lips curled into a smirk as she took in the scene with detached amusement.

Standing near her was the red-haired man Momon had seen earlier, casually conversing with Aether and Paimon just before the battle with the Adepti. Another Harbinger—dangerous but with a playful demeanor that belied his lethal skill. His eyes glinted with mischief as if this entire situation was little more than a game to him.

But it was the third figure who caught Momon's attention the most. A tall, imposing man who exuded an air of wisdom and nobility, his every movement deliberate and refined. His regal bearing and rich attire marked him as someone of immense importance, but there was something about him that set Momon on edge. His appearance was calm, composed, and yet there was an unsettling undercurrent to him—something Momon couldn't quite place, but it whispered of ancient power.

Aether, who had walked into this unexpected confrontation with Paimon, froze. His eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized the trio before him. His grip tightened around his sword, the blade gleaming under the low light of the chamber's lanterns.

"Childe… Mister Zhongli?" Aether's voice wavered slightly, uncertainty and alarm creeping into his tone. His gaze quickly shifted to the dangerous woman standing confidently beside them, and his heart pounded in his chest. "Signora?"

The Fatui Harbinger laughed softly, the sound filled with mockery and dark amusement. She didn't seem fazed by the tension in the room, her eyes flickering over Aether with cold amusement. "My, my, it's you two. It's been a few days since our last encounter in the City of Bards." Her voice was smooth, her words tinged with disdain as if Aether's presence was nothing more than a mild inconvenience to her.

Aether's panic turned to anger as he quickly drew his sword, the sharp blade catching the light. He stepped forward, placing himself protectively in front of Paimon, who was hovering nervously behind him. "You... What are you doing here?" Aether demanded, his eyes locked on Signora. "Trusting a Fatui Harbinger… I'm not making that mistake ever again."

Signora smirked, unfazed by Aether's challenge. "How naive," she mused, her voice laced with superiority.

Childe, leaning casually against one of the ornate pillars, chuckled his carefree demeanor a stark contrast to the growing tension. "This is a bit awkward… wouldn't you say?" He glanced between Aether and Signora with a playful grin, as if the entire situation amused him. "But come on, Aether. It's not like I've ever had anything personal against you." His tone was light, almost teasing, though there was an underlying edge of danger in his words.

Aether's jaw clenched in frustration, his eyes flicking from Childe to Signora and then to Zhongli, who had yet to say a word. "You're all working together… What is this? Some kind of trap?" he accused, his sword still poised and ready to strike.

From his invisible vantage point, Momon observed the scene, his sharp mind piecing together the unsettling truth. "So Aether has no idea what's really going on here..." he thought to himself. "Good." His protective instincts kicked in as he watched the interaction unfold, ready to intervene if things escalated. But for now, he remained in the shadows, unseen, unheard, his presence a silent guardian watching over Aether and Paimon.

Signora stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You're a bold one, I'll give you that. But you're woefully outmatched." Her smile was sharp, her words laced with venom as she taunted Aether.

Paimon, sensing the danger, whispered urgently to Aether, "Aether, we need to get out of here… This doesn't feel right."

But before Aether could respond, Zhongli finally spoke, his deep, authoritative voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Enough." His tone was calm, and measured, but it carried a weight that silenced the room. All eyes turned to him as he regarded the situation with a gaze that seemed to see far beyond the present moment. "There is no need for violence here." His eyes briefly met Aether's, and for a moment, there was an unspoken understanding between them, though it did little to ease the uncertainty in the air.

Momon's unease deepened as he watched Zhongli, that lingering feeling of something being "off" gnawing at him. "Who the hell is this guy?"

"See, Aether," Childe said with an almost casual tone, "even Mister Zhongli doesn't want us throwing blades at each other. Just chill out, man. We all have different views, that's all." He shrugged, his gaze flicking to Signora and Zhongli as if this entire situation were no more than an inconvenient meeting. "Still, that's up to you, though. But the real business here—" he nodded toward the two standing across from them, "—is between these two."

Aether hesitated, the confusion on his face giving way to anger. "What do you mean, 'real business'? What are you two scheming now?" His eyes darted between Childe, Signora, and Zhongli, suspicion mounting in his mind.

Signora, exuding an aura of cruel confidence, shot Childe a withering glance. "Stop wasting our time, Childe," she snapped. "There will be plenty of time to chat once I'm done here." Her gaze then fixed on Zhongli, her eyes narrowing with a predatory glint. "Now, Morax," she continued, her voice dripping with authority, "you remember the agreement. The Tsaritsa demands the Gnosis."

The words struck like a thunderclap, freezing the air in the room. Morax? Aether's mind raced, trying to comprehend what he just heard. His eyes widened in disbelief, and beside him, Paimon hovered in stunned silence.

"Morax?" Paimon's small voice broke through the tension, incredulous and confused. "The Gnosis? Wait—Mister Zhongli… you… you're the Geo Archon?!"

Zhongli turned his gaze away from Aether and Paimon, his expression unreadable, yet tinged with a solemn finality. Slowly, he faced Signora. His calm, measured voice cut through the room like a stone falling into still water. "Things did not go as planned…" he began, his words carrying the weight of millennia of history, "yet the contract is fulfilled. My promise is solid as stone."

Without further hesitation, Zhongli reached into his robe and pulled out the Gnosis—a glowing, intricate object that radiated immense power. The object that was the very heart of his divine authority. Aether stared in disbelief, watching as the man he had come to trust Zhongli revealed himself to be so much more—Morax, the god of Geo, the very deity who had ruled over Liyue for thousands of years.

Zhongli handed the Gnosis to Signora with a quiet, almost resigned dignity. The Fatui Harbinger took the precious object with a cold, satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with victory. The exchange was so simple, so methodical, and yet it carried the weight of a world-shattering revelation.

Paimon, still reeling from the shock, stammered, "So… all this time… Mister Zhongli, you… you were the Geo Archon?"

Zhongli nodded, but his expression remained calm, betraying no emotion. "Indeed," he said, his voice steady. "But this, too, was a part of the contract. And now, it is time for me to step down as the ruler of Liyue."

Signora's voice dripped with contempt as she admired the Gnosis in her hand, its power glimmering in the dim light of the room. "Now this was successful diplomacy…" she mused, her red lips curling into a triumphant smirk. But her satisfaction didn't last long, and she turned her sharp gaze back toward Zhongli. "Still, I understand you, Morax. If it weren't for that troublesome companion of yours…" Her eyes shifted coldly toward Aether, her expression hardening. "Morax could have completed this plan peacefully, like an old man settling into retirement."

Aether's heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly who she was referring to. Momon. His presence loomed large even when unseen. The mere mention of him set a chill through the room.

"By the Tsaritsa," Childe muttered, scratching the back of his head with an air of unease. His normally carefree demeanor faltered for a moment, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Where did that guy even come from?" He cast a sideways glance at Aether as if trying to decipher the mystery of Momon. As much as Childe loved a good fight, the memory of Momon's raw power—his effortless defeat of the Adepti and the crushing annihilation of the Overlord of the Vortex—was still fresh in his mind. It was enough to make even Childe hesitate.

Childe's thoughts wandered to Capitano, the strongest among the Fatui Harbingers. "Even with all my strength, I'm not sure… could even he defeat Momon?" The idea lingered in his mind, stirring both intrigue and a tinge of fear. Childe had never met a foe whose power felt so unreachable, so devastating.

Signora's cold laugh broke the silence. "There's no information on him," she said darkly, her eyes gleaming with a mix of fascination and disdain. "But I'm certain… beneath that mask, there's a monster... For now, it matters not. He's out of sight, but not out of mind." She shifted her gaze back to Zhongli, her eyes narrowing. "You've played your part, Morax, but we'll be watching your little kingdom closely. The Tsaritsa will not tolerate interference—whether from you, your young friend here—" she gestured toward Aether with a dismissive wave, "—or that masked monster."

Paimon's eyes were wide with disbelief, her small fists clenched in frustration as she floated closer to Zhongli. "You're the real monsters here!" she cried, her voice trembling with emotion. "Paimon can't understand how you went along with such a dangerous plan! You nearly started a war between the humans and the Adepti!"

Aether's gaze was sharp, cutting through the heavy atmosphere of the room. He stepped forward, his voice steady but filled with unspoken tension. "If things had escalated and there were casualties… would you have intervened, Mister Zhongli?"

Zhongli met Aether's questioning eyes without flinching. His expression was calm, almost too calm for the weight of the situation. "Of course," he replied, his tone measured as if the answer was obvious.

But Aether was far from satisfied. His brow furrowed in frustration, his grip tightening around his sword. "Then why didn't you stop it when Momon… when he slaughtered the Adepti? Were they not important enough for you to act?" The words came out sharper than he intended, but the memory of the brutal battle still lingered in his mind—the clash of power, the bodies of the Adepti falling, the overwhelming force of Momon's power. It haunted him.

Zhongli's expression softened, though a deep sadness flickered in his golden eyes. He took a slow breath, as if the weight of centuries rested on his shoulders. "That… was the moment when my plan began to unravel," he admitted, his voice carrying the weight of both regret and understanding. He paused, letting the tension settle in the room before continuing.

"My goal was simple, in theory," he explained. "I wished for Liyue to grow beyond its dependence on gods. For the humans and the Adepti to set aside their ancient grudges and work together, to forge a future where they stood united, without my guidance. The contract I sought to uphold was not only with the Tsaritsa but also with Liyue itself—my silent promise to usher in a new age."

Zhongli's eyes drifted away, as if seeing visions of the past. "But then, there was your companion—Momon. An individual of such overwhelming power… a force that I did not anticipate. He turned everything upside down, unraveling centuries of carefully laid plans in mere moments. When he slaughtered the Adepti with such ease, it became clear that my vision for peace was at risk."

Aether and Paimon exchanged a glance, sensing the gravity of what Zhongli was saying. Aether still couldn't believe what he was hearing—how one person, even someone as strong as Momon, could have disrupted the Archon's plans so profoundly.

Zhongli continued, his voice growing quieter, more contemplative. "If I had intervened, if I had revealed my true identity and stood against Momon at that moment… the consequences would have been catastrophic. Momon did not know who I truly was, and had I revealed myself, it's likely he would have perceived me as an enemy. A fight between the two of us, given the strength he displayed… the entirety of Liyue Harbor could have been laid to waste in the chaos."

He paused, his gaze lowering as if weighed down by the gravity of what might have been. "So, I chose not to act. Not because the Adepti were unimportant, but because my intervention would have made things far worse. That is the burden of my position, Aether. To act, or not to act—both carry risks, and sometimes the consequences are too great to bear."

Aether stood silently, trying to process Zhongli's words. The Archon's plan for peace had been shattered, not by the Fatui or the conflicts between the Adepti and humans, but by the sheer, unpredictable power of a man they barely understood—Momon. It was a bitter truth to swallow.

Paimon, still upset but quieter now, hovered closer to Aether's side. "So… you let it happen. You let Momon… because you thought stopping him would be even worse?"

Zhongli nodded slowly. "Yes. It was a difficult decision, but one I had to make. The path forward is uncertain now, but I trust that Liyue will still find its way. With or without the guidance of the Geo Archon."

Signora's soft, mocking laughter echoed through the room, her crimson lips curling into a cruel smile as she leaned slightly forward, eyes glinting with amusement. "I can't believe it," she began, her voice a smooth blend of mockery and satisfaction, "even the almighty Geo Archon is unwilling to confront him—Momon."

Her words hung in the air, dripping with scorn. The irony of a god, a being who had shaped the very foundations of Liyue, choosing not to challenge someone like Momon amused her deeply. She relished the discomfort in the room, watching Zhongli, Aether, and even Childe with a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.

Aether bristled, his hand tightening around his sword. "Momon did what he had to do. He's not like you."

Signora tilted her head, examining her nails with a casual air, as though the entire conversation bored her. "Oh, dear traveler," she purred, "you misunderstand. I simply find it fascinating how even the most ancient and powerful beings, like our dear Morax here, can be… pragmatic. It's so human of him, isn't it?"

Zhongli remained silent, his gaze steady and unflinching, but there was a slight furrow in his brow as he regarded Signora with a quiet intensity. He knew what she was trying to provoke, yet he remained composed.

Childe, standing a few paces away, shifted uncomfortably. "Now, now, Signora," he chimed in, trying to defuse the tension. "No need to poke the lion's den. Besides, after seeing what that guy did… I'd say it's a smart move not to get tangled up with someone who can crush gods as if they were nothing."

Signora's laughter became even more cynical, her eyes flicking toward Childe. "Crushing gods? Is that what you fear, Childe? Or perhaps what you admire?" She raised an eyebrow, her smile deepening. "How amusing."

"Admire? That's going too far, even for me." Childe's voice remained light, but his eyes were hard. "But yeah, I'm not exactly jumping at the chance to face him head-on after that little show with Osial. I'm not stupid."

Aether glared at both of them. "You're both insane. This entire situation is—"

Aether gritted his teeth but said nothing, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

Meanwhile, Momon, still cloaked in [Perfect Unknowable, stood silently, observing the exchange. He took note of everything, from Signora's arrogant demeanor to Zhongli's calm, unflinching stance. None of them knew he was there, and for the moment, he was content to remain a ghost in the shadows, watching this delicate game of power and politics unfold.

I'll leave you to your moral quandaries. I've got what I came for." She tapped the gleaming Gnosis in her hand with a satisfied smirk.

Aether stepped forward, his grip on his sword tightening. "You're just going to walk away after all of this? After everything the Fatui did to Liyue?"

Signora flicked her gaze towards Aether, her amusement fading into a colder, sharper edge. "Yes, I am. The Gnosis is in my possession, and as far as I'm concerned, our business is concluded."

As Signora and Childe disappeared through the large doors, their footsteps echoing faintly behind them, Aether's grip on his sword relaxed, though the tension in his stance remained. He stared after them, his brow furrowed, emotions swirling inside him—anger, frustration, and a sense of helplessness. But with the city already shaken by recent events, another confrontation would only bring more destruction. He knew he had to let them go, for the sake of Liyue and its people.

Turning back to Zhongli, Aether's voice was quieter, but his words carried weight. "They took the Gnosis from the Anemo Archon through violence and yours through diplomacy. The Fatui know exactly what cards to play... manipulating every situation to their advantage." He paused, his golden eyes locking onto Zhongli's calm, steady gaze. "I don't know you very well, Mister Zhongli. We've met only once when Childe introduced you to me. But after everything that's happened... I have one last question."

Aether's voice hardened as he asked, "Was all of this worth it?"

Zhongli stood still for a moment, his hands folded behind his back as he gazed out toward the grand chamber's stone pillars, his expression thoughtful. His silence lingered, as if he were contemplating not just the question, but the weight of centuries of history that had led to this moment. He turned to face Aether, his eyes reflecting a deep, timeless wisdom.

"In the eyes of a god, the worth of an action is not always measured by its immediate result," Zhongli said, his tone calm and steady. "Liyue has flourished under my protection for thousands of years. But it is no longer a nation that needs a god to guide it. My plan... was to relinquish that role, to allow the people of Liyue to forge their own path. The Fatui's involvement—though unexpected—did not alter the end result I desired. The contract was fulfilled."

Aether frowned, unsatisfied with that answer. "But you let the Fatui walk away with the Gnosis! You knew what they were planning. You allowed it to happen!"

Zhongli met Aether's gaze, unflinching. "Yes, I did. The Fatui's actions are part of a larger scheme, one that involves forces even greater than the Archons themselves. The Gnosis is merely a piece of that puzzle, one I no longer need to hold onto. My time as Liyue's protector has come to an end. The people of Liyue will rise without the guidance of their Archon."

Aether's frustration flared. "And what if the Fatui use that power for destruction? What if all this 'diplomacy' only leads to more suffering?"

Zhongli's expression softened, a hint of melancholy in his golden eyes. "I cannot control what others choose to do with the pieces they acquire. The Tsaritsa's ambition is vast, but even she cannot control everything. All I can do is uphold my contract, and I have done so."

Aether stared at Zhongli, trying to reconcile the wisdom in his words with the unease in his heart. "But was it worth it... losing everything for this?" His voice was softer now, almost a whisper as if he was asking not just Zhongli, but himself.

Zhongli closed his eyes for a brief moment. "Only time will reveal the true worth of our actions, Aether. The future is uncertain, but Liyue's people are strong. They will endure, with or without me. That is the foundation I laid long ago, and it is a future I believe in."

Aether had nothing to say anymore. "Very well, Mister Zhongli. I hope we meet again in the future." he said.

"Sure, Aether." said Zhongli.

As Aether and Paimon made their way out of the Northland Bank, the sound of their footsteps slowly faded into the distance, leaving the vast room in an oppressive silence. Zhongli stood still, his amber eyes watching their retreating forms until they disappeared through the grand doors. The stillness that followed was palpable, heavy with the events that had just transpired.

Zhongli exhaled softly, a faint sigh of resignation escaping his lips. He had given up his Gnosis, sealing the final chapter of his reign as the Geo Archon. Yet, there was no satisfaction in this moment, only the burden of the centuries-long plan coming to fruition, leaving him with an unfamiliar emptiness.

He began to move, his steps echoing softly against the marble floor. His hands rested behind his back, a contemplative expression crossing his features. But as he neared the far side of the room, something strange caught his eye—a figure seated in the shadows, almost too still to be natural.

Zhongli halted mid-step. The room should have been empty by now, yet there, in the dimmest corner, someone remained. His eyes narrowed as he tried to make out the details. The person's legs were casually draped over the side of the chair, barely visible in the shadowed light. The rest of the figure seemed to be cloaked in darkness, obscured almost unnaturally.

A faint, cold pressure crept into the room. Something was wrong.

Zhongli straightened, his senses on high alert. He took another step forward, his sharp eyes trained on the silhouette. The figure, almost as if sensing Zhongli's gaze, began to rise. The movement was slow, deliberate, like a predator uncoiling itself from a resting position.

The dim light finally caught the person's form as he stepped out of the shadow—Momon. His tall, imposing figure seemed to absorb the light around him, the air itself thickening with his presence. Even the light of Liyue, which usually brought a sense of warmth and security, seemed dim in his presence. His masked face revealed nothing, but the cold, cutting aura he exuded was unmistakable.

Zhongli's composed demeanor faltered for the briefest of moments before he quickly regained his composure. He knew this figure all too well—the masked entity who had swept through Liyue like a storm, overpowering even the Adepti and slaying Osial. The man who had appeared from the shadows, much like now, and tipped the balance of everything.

"Mister Momon," Zhongli greeted him, his voice calm yet edged with wariness. He inclined his head slightly, though his posture remained formal, regal. "It is a delight to meet you once more."

For a brief moment, silence hung between them. Then, from behind his mask, Momon's voice broke the stillness—a low, chilling tone that cut through the air like a blade.

"You are pathetic."

The words were sharp, dripping with contempt. There was no formal exchange, no hidden meaning, just raw, unfiltered disdain. Zhongli felt the weight of those words more deeply than he had anticipated. They landed like stones in his chest, though his face remained unreadable, betraying nothing of the impact they carried.

Before Zhongli could respond, Momon's figure dissolved into the shadows with an effortless grace, his form vanishing completely as if he had never been there at all. The only evidence of his presence was the lingering tension in the air, the sense of being judged and dismissed in the span of a few short moments.

Zhongli stood there, staring at the space Momon had vacated. He said nothing, his thoughts swirling in the quiet aftermath. The Overlord's parting words echoed in his mind, repeating like a dark refrain.