It was midday in Liyue Harbor, and the city was alive with the usual hustle and bustle. Merchants called out their wares, fishermen hauled in their catches, and the sound of ships docking and departing filled the air. The scent of freshly cooked street food wafted through the market, mingling with the salty breeze from the sea. Everything seemed ordinary, just another day in the thriving port city.
But then, without warning, a cool, strong wind surged through the harbor, its intensity far beyond the usual sea breeze. The sudden gusts caught everyone off guard, sending hats flying and market stalls shaking. Banners flapped violently, and loose items were tossed into the air as the wind roared through the streets.
Citizens, initially confused, quickly realized that this was no ordinary weather. Panic set in as the wind grew stronger, pushing people off balance and causing crates and barrels to topple. Traders scrambled to secure their goods, while others sought shelter from the gale, rushing into nearby shops and alleys.
"What's happening?" a merchant shouted, struggling to keep his stall from collapsing under the force of the wind.
"It's too strong! Everyone, take cover!" another voice called out, echoing the rising fear.
Children cried as they clung to their parents, who were doing their best to shield them from the debris flying through the air. The once vibrant and lively harbor had descended into chaos, the usual sounds of commerce replaced by the howling wind and the shouts of frightened citizens.
In the midst of the turmoil, Momon, Aether, and Paimon found themselves near the docks, watching as the peaceful day turned into a scene of disorder. Paimon struggled to keep herself steady in the air, her small wings fluttering desperately against the powerful gusts.
"This wind… it's not natural!" Paimon exclaimed, her voice barely audible over the noise.
Aether shielded his eyes from the dust and debris being kicked up, scanning the area for the source of the disturbance. "Something's causing this," he said, his tone urgent. "We need to find out what's going on."
Momon's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the scene, his senses on high alert. "This is more than just a strong breeze," he muttered, the cool wind whipping at his cloak. "It feels like… a warning."
From the towering cliffs surrounding Liyue Harbor, an ominous sight began to unfold. Strange, ethereal creatures materialized, their forms shimmering in the sunlight as they emerged from the mist-covered peaks. Some were massive beasts, their bodies resembling mythical animals with glowing eyes and powerful limbs, while others were spectral beings that floated effortlessly through the air, leaving trails of luminescent light in their wake.
The citizens of Liyue Harbor, already reeling from the sudden winds, now faced an even greater terror. As the creatures descended from the cliffs, panic rippled through the city. The marketplace, once bustling with life, fell silent as people stared in horror at the approaching army.
High above the city, several of the creatures took to the skies, their wings beating with an eerie grace as they flew in formation. They were led by majestic, otherworldly beings—members of the Adepti—who exuded an aura of ancient power. Their eyes, filled with the resolve of millennia, scanned the city below, their expressions stern and unyielding.
The ground trembled as the land-based creatures advanced, their footsteps echoing through the streets. These were the subordinates of the Adepti, loyal and fierce, bound to carry out their masters' will. They moved with purpose, their presence a clear declaration: Liyue was no longer safe, and the Adepti had come to claim what they believed was rightfully theirs.
Among the Adepti leading the charge was Tang Zhi, the lion-like Adeptus, his golden mane glowing with a fierce light. Beside him walked Feng, the werewolf Adeptus, his sharp claws gleaming as he prepared for the battle ahead. Above them, Cloud Retainer soared gracefully, her feathers glinting in the sunlight, while Gu Yang, the monkey Adeptus, leaped from rooftop to rooftop, surveying the city with sharp eyes.
As the Adepti army spread throughout Liyue Harbor, the people of the city could do nothing but watch in terror. The harbor, once a symbol of prosperity and peace, now faced the wrath of the very beings who had protected it for centuries.
"What are we going to do? There are so many of them!" Paimon's voice was filled with terror, her eyes darting frantically as she took in the sight of the overwhelming army descending upon Liyue Harbor.
Aether, usually calm under pressure, felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his chest. The Adepti forces seemed endless, their sheer numbers a testament to the ancient power they commanded. He knew that rushing into battle against such overwhelming odds would be reckless, if not suicidal.
Momon, who had been assessing the situation with a cold, calculating gaze, made a swift decision. "Aether, let's not engage them head-on right now. We need to hide and assess the situation. We'll find a better opportunity to act."
Aether nodded, understanding the wisdom in Momon's words. They couldn't afford to be seen or caught in the midst of the invasion. "Right. Let's go."
"Follow me," Momon instructed, his voice steady despite the chaos around them.
Without hesitation, Aether and Paimon fell in step behind Momon as he led them through the narrow alleys and winding streets of the city. The sounds of the invasion—cries of panic from the citizens, the heavy footsteps of the Adepti creatures, and the distant roar of the wind—echoed through the air, growing louder with each passing moment.
The Adepti moved with an aura of ancient authority, their presence commanding the very air around them. As they leaped atop buildings or soared through the sky, their forms cast long shadows over the city of Liyue. The citizens below could only watch in awe and fear as these mythical beings, long revered and respected, descended upon Yujing Terrace with an intent that was unmistakably dire.
At the center of Yujing Terrace stood Ningguang, her expression unyielding, radiating a calm yet fierce determination. Beside her, Keqing, Ganyu, and Uncle Tian stood resolute, their faces betraying the tension they all felt. Behind them, the Millelith, Liyue's brave defenders, formed ranks, their weapons drawn, though their hands trembled slightly at the sight of the formidable foes before them.
The ground trembled as the Adepti landed, their presence alone shaking the very foundations of the terrace. Tang Zhi, his imposing lion-like form bristling with barely contained fury, snarled as his massive paws touched down. Beside him, the lithe and deadly Feng flexed his sharp claws, his eyes narrowed in a cold glare. Gu Yang, towering and powerful, let out a low growl, his gaze locked onto the Liyue Qixing with a mixture of disdain and wrath.
Xiao, the Conqueror of Demons, stood slightly apart from the others, his polearm ready at his side, his eyes glowing with a dangerous light. Cloud Retainer hovered above the group, her wings spread wide as she gazed down imperiously at the assembly before her. Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper flanked the group, their expressions stern and unreadable, embodying the ancient, stoic power of the Adepti.
For a moment, there was only silence, the tension between the two groups palpable, like the calm before a storm.
Ningguang stepped forward, her voice clear and unwavering. "Adepti, we stand here not as enemies, but as protectors of Liyue. We all wish to safeguard this land. Let us not be hasty in turning our swords against each other."
Tang Zhi's voice boomed across the terrace, his fury barely restrained. "Protectors? You, who may have betrayed Rex Lapis, dare to speak of protection? Your words are hollow, Ningguang. We are here to exact justice!"
Feng's claws scraped against the stone, a sharp, grating sound that sent shivers down the spines of the Millelith. "The death of Rex Lapis will not go unanswered. We have come to purge the corruption within Liyue."
Keqing's eyes flashed with determination. "We would never harm Rex Lapis! We are working tirelessly to find the true culprit, but a civil war will only destroy what he loved and protected."
Gu Yang's laughter was dark and menacing. "Civil war? No, this is a cleansing. Liyue must be purified of those who would betray their own god."
Xiao remained silent, his gaze focused, yet distant. His thoughts were conflicted, torn between his duty as an Adeptus and the strange, powerful figure he had encountered recently—Momon. The memory of their battle haunted him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more at play here than anyone understood.
Cloud Retainer finally spoke, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "This is not a matter of words, Ningguang. The time for diplomacy has passed. We must act, for the balance of this land hangs in jeopardy."
The atmosphere grew more charged with every passing second, the tension thickening like a storm cloud ready to burst. The Millelith tightened their grips on their weapons, knowing they faced not just any enemy, but the very beings they had revered as protectors and guardians of Liyue.
Ningguang's expression hardened, but she kept her composure. "If you believe we are at fault, then present your evidence. We are not your enemies, and we still have a chance to find the true culprit together."
Mountain Shaper's deep voice rumbled, "Evidence will be found in the aftermath of your defeat, Ningguang. Stand aside, or face the consequences."
Gu Yang's voice echoed across Yujing Terrace, dripping with contempt as he demanded, "Where is the Demon God?"
Ningguang's eyes narrowed in confusion as she glanced toward the towering, monkey-like Adeptus. "Demon God?" she repeated, her voice steady but laced with uncertainty. "I'm not sure what you mean, Adeptus Gu Yang. Who are you referring to?"
Gu Yang's eyes flared with impatience, his muscles tensing as he glared down at her. "You know well who one is talking about, human," he spat, the word 'human' tinged with disdain. "The creature who fought the Conqueror of Demons. Where is he?!"
Ningguang's mind raced as the implications of his words sank in. "The creature who fought Xiao?" She quickly connected the dots, her expression shifting from confusion to shock. "Are they talking about Momon?" The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. Momon is also their target?
She glanced sideways at Keqing and Ganyu, seeing the same realization dawn in their eyes. The situation was even more dangerous than they had anticipated. If the Adepti believed Momon to be some sort of Demon God, then they might see his presence as a direct threat to Liyue, one that needed to be eradicated alongside the Liyue Qixing.
Ningguang took a deep breath, maintaining her composure despite the turmoil inside. "Momon is not a Demon God," she said firmly, her voice carrying an edge of authority. "He is an ally from Mondstadt, a powerful warrior, yes, but he is not the enemy here. The real threat lies elsewhere, and if we continue to fight among ourselves, we will never find it."
Gu Yang's growl reverberated through the terrace, his skepticism evident. "Do not deceive us, Ningguang. The Conqueror of Demons would not fight alongside an ally of Liyue unless he sensed a great evil within him."
Feng, the lithe and deadly Adeptus, stepped forward, his voice sharp. "Enough words. We demand the location of this so-called ally. We shall see for ourselves if he is truly as harmless as you claim."
Ningguang knew that the situation was precarious. Revealing Momon's location could lead to a confrontation, they might not survive, but withholding it might only deepen the Adepti's suspicions. She had to choose her words carefully, to buy time if nothing else.
"Momon is within the city," Ningguang admitted, her tone cautious. "But I implore you, let us seek the truth together. If you confront him with hostility, it will only lead to more bloodshed, and that is not what Rex Lapis would have wanted."
Gu Yang's eyes blazed with fury. "Rex Lapis is dead because of your kind's betrayal! If this Momon stands with you, then he is no different. We will find him, and if he is indeed a Demon God, we will destroy him."
Keqing stepped forward, her sword at the ready, her voice fierce. "You will not touch him! Momon has done nothing to warrant your wrath. If you wish to fight, then you will have to go through us first."
The tension reached a boiling point as the Adepti bristled at Keqing's defiance. The Millelith readied their weapons, prepared to defend their leaders with their lives. The air crackled with the promise of violence, and it seemed that a clash was inevitable.
Chaos had erupted throughout Liyue Harbor. The once-bustling city, filled with the sounds of trade and daily life, had been transformed into a battlefield in mere moments. The citizens, who had only just been going about their day, now ran for cover, their faces stricken with fear as strange and powerful beings descended upon their home.
The Adepti had unleashed their subordinates, and they swarmed the city with overwhelming force. These creatures, a mix of mystical beasts and elemental warriors, moved with terrifying precision. They blocked streets, overran marketplaces, and stormed the docks, leaving no corner of the city untouched by their presence.
In their desperation, the Millelith had rallied to defend their people. Brave soldiers armed with spears and shields formed defensive lines, hoping to repel the invaders. But despite their courage, they were woefully outmatched. The power of the Adepti was unlike anything they had ever faced.
One by one, the Millelith fell. Their weapons, forged to defend against mortal threats, were useless against the divine might of the Adepti. A single swing of an Adeptus' weapon sent soldiers flying, crashing through walls or skidding across the ground. Elemental blasts tore through their ranks, leaving trails of destruction in their wake.
In the heart of the chaos, two young figures stood resolute, their faces etched with determination. Chongyun and Xingqiu, though still young, had risen to the occasion, defending a group of frightened civilians with unwavering bravery. The Adepti were everywhere, their formidable presence causing panic and destruction throughout Liyue Harbor.
Chongyun, with his icy blue hair and steely gaze, gripped his claymore tightly. His breath came out in frosty puffs, and the air around him crackled with the chill of his Cryo vision. Beside him, Xingqiu, wearing his signature blue attire, held a sword with practiced ease, the Water elements swirling around him in a protective aura. The two stood back-to-back, their stances firm as they faced the threat before them.
The Adeptus they faced was a tall, menacing coyote-like creature, its fur bristling with raw power. Its yellow eyes glowed with a predatory gleam, and its sharp claws glinted menacingly in the dim light of the city. The creature's snarl echoed through the streets as it towered over them, its voice a guttural growl that sent shivers through the crowd of civilians huddled behind the boys.
"I'll rip your skin off if you stand against me, blood bags!" the coyote Adeptus threatened, its voice dripping with malice.
Chongyun's eyes narrowed. "You'll have to go through us first!" he shouted back, his voice firm and unwavering.
Xingqiu stepped forward, his expression focused. "We won't let you harm these people. We are the guardians of Liyue, and we will protect them at all costs."
The coyote Adeptus laughed, a harsh, grating sound that filled the air. "Guardians? Mere children playing at heroism. Your efforts are futile."
The coyote Adeptus, though powerful, was suddenly caught off guard by a new, unforeseen threat. A sharp, glinting blade sliced through the air with deadly precision, piercing the Adeptus' heart in a flash of steel. The coyote Adeptus let out a strangled cry, its fierce yellow eyes widening in shock and pain. It staggered back, its strength waning rapidly as it struggled to comprehend the sudden turn of events.
Turning with a final, agonized effort, the Adeptus's gaze fell upon the mysterious figure who had delivered the fatal blow. Cloaked in shadows, the figure stood poised and silent, a mask covering their face, rendering their identity unknown. The mask was intricately designed, its features obscured in an air of enigmatic mystery. The eyes of the mask were dark and piercing, giving nothing away of the figure's intentions or emotions.
Chongyun and Xingqiu, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the masked stranger, paused in their combat. Their eyes shifted from the dying Adeptus to the enigmatic figure who had appeared from the shadows.
The coyote Adeptus, its life fading rapidly, managed a final, incredulous gaze at its unexpected killer. It tried to speak, but the words died in its throat as its strength ebbed away. The life force that had once driven its formidable power slowly dissipated, leaving behind a lifeless form that slumped to the ground.
The masked figure stepped forward, their movements fluid and deliberate. They withdrew the blade with a practiced grace, wiping it clean with a cloth before sheathing it with a practiced motion. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the murmurs of the stunned civilians and the fading echoes of battle.
"Who are you?" Chongyun demanded, his voice a mix of curiosity and caution. He stepped forward, his claymore still in hand, ready for any further conflict.
The scene in the city grew more chaotic as Momon faced off against the newly arrived group of Adepti and their subordinates. The shock was palpable as the lifeless body of the coyote Adeptus lay sprawled on the ground, drawing gasps and whispers from those who witnessed the grim sight.
One of the Adepti, a tall figure with a stern expression and a fierce presence, stepped forward, his voice laced with anger. "You did that?!" he barked at Momon, his eyes blazing with fury. The Adeptus around him tightened their grip on their weapons, their anger transforming into a deadly resolve.
Momon's eyes, cold and unwavering, met theirs as he took measured steps forward. "You thought you'd have it easy taking over the city, did you?" he said with a voice that held an edge of scorn. The weight of his words hung in the air, mingling with the fear and confusion of the onlookers.
The Adepti, now fully enraged by Momon's audacity, began to encircle him. "You will pay for that!" the lead Adeptus roared. In a swift command, he ordered, "Kill him!"
The order was met with a flurry of movement as the Adepti and their subordinates prepared to attack. However, the confrontation ended in an instant. In a display of staggering speed and prowess, Momon struck with unparalleled efficiency. The air seemed to shimmer with his sudden movements as he unleashed a devastating series of blows.
Heads flew through the air in a grisly arc, their expressions frozen in shock and disbelief. The once-formidable Adepti and their subordinates fell to the ground in a heap of lifeless bodies. The brutal and swift execution left a chilling silence in its wake, the only sound being the heavy, ragged breaths of the astonished witnesses.
Chongyun and Xingqiu stood frozen, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and horror. The speed and sheer power with which he dispatched the Adepti were beyond anything they had imagined.
As the dust settled and the severed heads and bodies lay scattered on the ground, the two boys slowly lowered their weapons. The terror and shock of the scene were reflected in their faces. Despite their initial distrust, they couldn't deny the raw, formidable strength that Momon had just displayed. It was clear he was far beyond the capabilities of any ordinary warrior, let alone the Adepti.
Momon's voice, calm yet commanding, cut through the tension as he spoke, "Protect the citizens." Without another word, he turned and began walking away, his steps deliberate and unhurried as he made his way toward Yujing Terrace, where the heart of the conflict now brewed.
Chongyun and Xingqiu stood rooted to the spot, their weapons still lowered, eyes wide with a mix of emotions they struggled to process. The alleyway, now littered with the remains of the Adepti and their subordinates, was eerily silent, the grim aftermath of the confrontation hanging heavily in the air.
Chongyun, normally so composed and focused, felt a shiver run down his spine. "That… that was intense," he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes, usually clear and determined, now held a trace of uncertainty as he looked at the carnage before them.
Xingqiu, ever the strategist, tried to find words to encapsulate what they had just witnessed, but even he was at a loss. "I've read many tales of heroes and villains, but this… I don't know what to make of it," he admitted, his voice tinged with both awe and confusion. "That man… he saved us, but the way he did it…"
Chongyun nodded slowly, his grip tightening on his weapon. "It was… brutal. Efficient, but brutal. I've never seen anything like it."
The two boys exchanged a glance, their expressions mirroring the same internal conflict. On one hand, they couldn't deny that Momon's intervention had saved them and the civilians they were protecting. His strength was undeniable, and in a situation where they had been outnumbered and outmatched, his actions had been nothing short of lifesaving. But on the other hand, the sheer ruthlessness of his attack, the way he had dispatched the Adepti and their subordinates with such cold precision, left them unsettled.
Xingqiu frowned, deep in thought. "Is he a hero? Or something else entirely? I can't tell if we should be grateful… or terrified."
Chongyun exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the lingering unease. "Maybe he's both. A hero who's willing to do whatever it takes, no matter how extreme. But… we can't afford to stand around questioning it. He told us to protect the citizens, and that's what we have to do."
Xingqiu nodded in agreement, though the uncertainty in his eyes remained. "You're right. Whatever he is, we can't let the city fall. We have to do our part."
At Yujing Terrace, the air was thick with tension, a palpable force that seemed to weigh down on everyone present. The atmosphere was charged, both sides poised on the brink of violence, each second stretching out unbearably as the standoff between the Adepti and the Liyue Qixing teetered on the edge of chaos.
Tang Zhi, the lion Adeptus, a towering figure of raw power, suddenly moved. The sound of his massive claymore being pulled from its sheath was like a thunderclap, reverberating through the Terrace and sending a wave of alarm through the assembled ranks of the Qixing and the Millelith. The massive blade, almost as long as he was tall, gleamed menacingly in the midday sun, its edge catching the light as he swung it over his shoulder with practiced ease.
"What are you trying to do, Tang Zhi?!" Moon Carver's voice rang out, sharp and commanding, cutting through the tension like a blade. His usually serene demeanor was replaced by one of stern disapproval, his eyes narrowing at his fellow Adeptus. The stag Adeptus was known for his wisdom and restraint, but even he could sense that the situation was rapidly spiraling out of control.
Tang Zhi's golden eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he turned to face Moon Carver. "I'm doing what needs to be done, Moon Carver! These humans dare to defy us, to challenge our authority. They must be reminded of their place!" His voice was a deep rumble, filled with barely contained fury.
Nearby, Feng, the werewolf Adeptus, let out a low growl as he too drew his weapon, a massive claymore that looked even more brutal in his hands. His muscles rippled beneath his fur, the primal energy radiating from him sending a chill down the spines of those who stood against him. The weapon, heavy and vicious, was held in a grip that promised destruction. "I'm with Tang Zhi. These humans have forgotten who protects this land. They need to be taught a lesson." His voice was a menacing snarl, his fangs bared as his eyes darted toward the ranks of the Millelith, sizing them up as prey.
Gu Yang, the monkey Adeptus, was already crouched low, his spear held at the ready. His posture was tense, muscles coiled like a spring, ready to launch into action at a moment's notice. The spearhead glinted wickedly, its sharpness unmistakable. He gave a short, sharp bark of agreement, his eyes darting between the Qixing and the other Adepti. "Tang Zhi's right. We've shown them enough patience. It's time to remind them of the old ways, the ways of the Adepti."
On the other side, Ningguang stood her ground, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. The Liyue Qixing had prepared for this possibility, but the sheer power of the Adepti before them was daunting. She glanced to her side where Keqing and Ganyu stood ready, the latter with her bow already drawn, a shining arrow nocked and aimed at Tang Zhi. The Millelith, too, were on edge, weapons drawn and shields raised, but the fear in their eyes was evident. They were prepared to fight, but facing the legendary Adepti was no small matter.
"Hold your ground!" Ningguang's voice was firm, resonating with authority. She would not allow Liyue to be bullied into submission, even by those who had once protected it. "We are not your enemies, Tang Zhi. Put down your weapon, and we can discuss this like the allies we once were."
Tang Zhi's grip on his claymore tightened, his gaze locked onto Ningguang. "Allies? We were never equals. We were the protectors, the guardians, and you were the ones we shielded. Now, you dare to take the power into your own hands, to make decisions without us? No, Ningguang, there is no discussion to be had."
The tension escalated, the threat of violence hanging in the air like a storm about to break. The Terrace, normally a place of peace and governance, was now a battlefield in the making, and it seemed that only a spark was needed to ignite the powder keg.
An elderly woman, her presence radiating a gentle yet undeniable authority, stepped forward from the edge of the terrace. Her appearance brought an immediate hush to the tense scene. The Adepti and the Millelith alike turned to her, recognizing the figure known as Madam Ping.
"Madam Ping?" Ganyu's voice trembled slightly with concern as she recognized the woman who had been both a mentor and a mother figure to her. There was a hint of fear in Ganyu's eyes—not for herself, but for what this confrontation might mean for the city she loved.
Tang Zhi, the lion Adeptus, bared his fangs in a grin that was more of a snarl. "Streetward Rambler, hahaha, long time no see. I almost didn't recognize you among these humans." His voice dripped with contempt as he spoke, his golden eyes narrowing at the sight of the elderly woman. "Living with these weaklings has softened you, it seems. Enough to the point where you would stand in the way of your own kind, to stop us from bringing justice!"
Madam Ping's expression remained calm, though there was a deep sadness in her eyes as she regarded the lion Adeptus and his companions. "Tang Zhi, Feng, Gu Yang… how eager you are to unleash your rage upon these people, to punish them for crimes they have not committed." Her voice was soft, but it carried the weight of centuries, commanding respect from all who heard it. "Do you truly believe this is justice?"
Feng, the werewolf Adeptus, growled lowly, his grip tightening on his claymore. "They've grown arrogant, Streetward Rambler. The humans think they can rule without us, that they no longer need the Adepti. They must be reminded of their place."
Gu Yang, the monkey Adeptus, sneered, his spear still at the ready. "And what would you have us do, Streetward Rambler? Stand by and watch as they tear apart the land we've protected for millennia?"
Madam Ping shook her head, her expression growing more sorrowful. "I would have you remember the true purpose of our existence. We were never meant to be rulers, but protectors. The people of Liyue are not our enemies; they are the ones we swore to protect, to guide through the trials of this world. But you, Tang Zhi… you have allowed your pride to cloud your judgment."
"There are no more words left to exchange!" Tang Zhi's voice thundered through the air as he suddenly bolted forward, his powerful legs propelling him with incredible speed. The lion Adeptus was a blur of motion, his massive claymore raised high as he closed the distance between himself and Ningguang in an instant. His eyes burned with the belief that the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing was the one responsible for corrupting the minds of the citizens, poisoning them with greed and ambition that led them astray from the Adepti's teachings.
Ningguang's eyes widened, her normally calm demeanor faltering as she realized that even her sharp reflexes would not be quick enough to evade the incoming strike. The Millelith, though brave, were no match for the speed and strength of Tang Zhi. His claymore, large enough to fell an entire squad in a single swing, glinted ominously in the sunlight as it descended.
But just as the blade was about to strike, a series of golden Geo structures erupted from the ground with a loud, resounding crash. The structures formed a barrier between Tang Zhi and Ningguang, the Adeptus's claymore colliding with the stone with a force that sent shockwaves through the terrace. Tang Zhi recoiled, stunned by the sudden appearance of the Geo constructs that had completely blocked his attack. His eyes narrowed in confusion and anger, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
"Who dares interfere?!" Tang Zhi roared, his voice filled with fury as he took a step back, surveying the battlefield for the source of this intervention.
A moment later, a blonde-haired boy leaped forward, landing gracefully beside Ningguang with his sword drawn. Hovering just above his shoulder was his ever-loyal companion, a small, floating girl with a worried expression on her face.
"Enough with this madness!" Aether demanded, his voice carrying an authority that seemed to cut through the tension like a knife. His golden eyes locked onto Tang Zhi's, unyielding and determined. "This isn't the way to protect Liyue. You're only causing more harm!"
Tang Zhi's eyes blazed with anger. "You… You dare stand in my way, human?" Tang Zhi snarled though the ferocity of his words was tempered by the unexpected resistance he had encountered.
Ningguang, regaining her composure, looked at Aether with a mixture of relief and gratitude. She had been moments away from certain death, and she knew it. "Traveler… Thank you," she said, her voice steady despite the lingering fear. "Your timing couldn't have been more perfect." Aether glanced back at her, nodding slightly.
As the dust began to settle, three more figures emerged from the ranks of the Adepti. Cloud Retainer, with her elegant, crane-like form; Moon Carver, the stoic stag; and Mountain Shaper, the massive, earthbound tortoise, all landed gracefully beside the Liyue Qixing. Their presence, majestic and ancient, commanded attention as they stepped forward, aligning themselves with the humans rather than their fellow Adepti.
Cloud Retainer, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom, spoke first. "Tang Zhi, our contract with Rex Lapis is indeed absolute, a bond forged in trust and duty. But look around you—what have we become? By allowing our anger to dictate our actions, we risk losing sight of the true purpose of that contract."
Moon Carver, his antlers glinting in the sunlight, nodded in agreement. "We are the protectors of Liyue, not its conquerors. The people of this city look to us for guidance, for protection. If we turn against them now, we are no better than the enemies we vowed to stand against."
Mountain Shaper, his voice deep and rumbling like the earth itself, added, "Our power is immense, but with that power comes responsibility. We have allowed our rage to cloud our judgment, and in doing so, we have begun to look like the very villains we seek to destroy."
As the battle seemed inevitable, Tang Zhi's roar echoed across Yujing Terrace, his fury and betrayal fueling the rage within the other Adepti. Feng and Gu Yang, alongside a dozen other Adepti, readied themselves for a clash that would surely end in carnage. Their eyes burned with anger, and their weapons gleamed ominously in the midday sun.
"You traitors!" Tang Zhi bellowed, his voice reverberating through the air. "You lot won't see the end of this day!"
With that declaration, the Adepti began their march forward, their powerful strides causing the ground beneath them to tremble. The humans, though resolute, could not help but feel the weight of the impending onslaught. The Millelith tightened their grips on their weapons, ready to defend Liyue with their lives, while the Qixing steeled themselves for the battle that was about to unfold.
But before the first blow could be struck, a long spear descended from the sky, embedding itself into the ground with a resounding thud right at Tang Zhi's feet. The impact was so fierce that it sent shockwaves through the earth, causing the advancing Adepti to halt abruptly. As the dust settled, all eyes were drawn to the spear—and the gruesome sight it bore.
The spear's shaft was adorned with the severed heads of seven Adepti, their lifeless eyes staring out in different directions, their expressions frozen in terror and pain. The blood-soaked weapon stood as a macabre testament to the violence that had taken place, and the air around it seemed to thicken with a malevolent energy.
"What in the world?!" Tang Zhi growled, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief. The sight before him was unlike anything he had ever encountered—a brutal display of power and cruelty that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened warriors.
The other Adepti recoiled in horror, their earlier bravado wavering as they stared at the grisly trophy. The humans, too, were taken aback by the sheer brutality of the scene, their fear mingling with a morbid curiosity about the being capable of such a monstrous act.
Xiao, standing amidst the tension, felt a chill run down his spine. The evil presence that had accompanied the spear's arrival was undeniable, a dark aura that seemed to taint the very air around them. His sharp senses picked up on the shifting atmosphere as the human ranks began to part, creating a path for someone—or something—to emerge.
"He's here…" Xiao muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the crowd.
From the midst of the human army, a figure stepped forward, moving with a slow, deliberate grace that belied the chaos around him. His presence was both commanding and unnerving, a combination of raw power and cold detachment that sent a ripple of fear through those who beheld him.
It was Momon.
The mysterious, monstrous being who had nearly taken Xiao's life in a battle that the Adeptus would never forget. Clad in his dark, imposing armor, with his undead eyes glowing faintly beneath his mask, Momon radiated an aura of menace that seemed to suffocate the very light around him. Each step he took was heavy with purpose, his gaze fixed on the scene before him—on the spear, on the Adepti, and on the humans who stood between them.
Tang Zhi, for all his strength and fury, found himself hesitating as Momon approached. The sight of the spear, combined with the knowledge of the brutal power Momon wielded, stirred something primal within him—a fear that he had not felt in centuries.
"Who… What are you?" Tang Zhi demanded, his voice faltering as he struggled to maintain his composure.
Momon's gaze swept across the assembled Adepti, his eyes narrowing with disdain. The power he held seemed to pulse within him, dark and terrifying, as if the very air around him was thick with malevolence.
"It doesn't matter…" Momon's voice was a low, icy whisper that cut through the tension like a blade. His eyes settled on Xiao, the one who had once fought him with such conviction. "Xiao, I thought you'd be smart, but I was wrong…"
Xiao stiffened, recognizing the danger in Momon's words, but before he could react, Momon turned his attention to Tang Zhi and the other Adepti who had defied the will of their fallen Archon. There was a cruel glint in Momon's eyes as he raised his hand, palm open toward them.
Tang Zhi, the lion Adeptus, felt a sudden shift in the air around him, a pull that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. For a brief moment, he looked confused, unsure of what was happening. But then the sensation intensified, and realization dawned on him with horrifying clarity.
"No… What is this?!" Tang Zhi's voice trembled, but his words were cut off by a bloodcurdling scream as an invisible force began to tug at his body, pulling him forward with an inescapable grip.
The same force seized Feng, the werewolf Adeptus, and Gu Yang, the monkey Adeptus, as well as several other nearby Adepti. Their eyes widened in terror as their bodies were drawn toward Momon, their limbs flailing uselessly as they fought against the overwhelming power.
"NO! AAAAHHHH!" Their screams echoed through the terrace, a symphony of agony that chilled the hearts of all who heard it.
Ningguang, Ganyu, and the others watched in horror as the scene unfolded before them. The once-proud and powerful Adepti were now helpless against the crushing force that enveloped them. Their bodies contorted, bones snapping under the pressure, as they were pulled closer and closer to Momon.
The tension reached a breaking point as the force reached its peak. And then, in an instant, it all came to a catastrophic end.
With a sickening crunch, the bodies of Tang Zhi, Feng, Gu Yang, and the others were crushed by the invisible force, their screams abruptly silenced. The energy that had drawn them in exploded outward, releasing its dark power in a violent burst.
The impact was devastating. A sea of blood erupted from the point of impact, spraying across the Yujing Terrace in a grotesque display of carnage. The blood splattered the ground, the walls, and even the stunned onlookers, painting the once serene terrace in shades of red.
Ningguang and the Qixing recoiled in shock, their faces pale with disbelief. This power—whatever it was—defied comprehension. It was beyond anything they had ever seen, an abomination of strength and cruelty that left them speechless.
Momon stood amidst the chaos, unfazed by the massacre he had just wrought. The blood that covered the terrace seemed almost insignificant to him, a mere byproduct of his power. He slowly lowered his hand, his expression cold and indifferent as if this act of destruction was nothing more than a means to an end.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and fear, the remnants of the Adepti's lives pooling at his feet. The humans could only stare, paralyzed by the sheer brutality of the scene, their minds struggling to grasp the enormity of what had just occurred.
Xiao, still reeling from the sight of his fellow Adepti being annihilated, felt a deep, unsettling fear take root within him. He had known that Momon was powerful, but this… this was something else entirely. Something dark, twisted, and beyond anything he had ever faced.
Momon's footsteps echoed ominously across the blood-soaked terrace as he walked slowly toward Xiao. The air was thick with dread, and the humans nearby, including Ningguang and the Millelith, remained deathly silent, their fear of Momon's wrath rendering them mute. They dared not intervene, knowing that the slightest provocation could spell their doom.
Xiao, the Conqueror of Demons, felt his heart pounding in his chest as Momon approached. His grip tightened around his spear, the weapon shaking in his hands despite his efforts to steady it. The Adeptus who had faced countless demons and evil spirits now found himself paralyzed by a fear unlike any he had ever known. His feet refused to move, rooted to the ground by the overwhelming presence that loomed before him.
Momon's eyes bore into Xiao's, cold and unfeeling, like the gaze of a predator sizing up its prey. As he reached Xiao, the tension in the air became suffocating. Without a word, Momon reached out and seized Xiao by the neck, lifting him off the ground with a single, effortless motion.
Xiao gasped, his hands instinctively moving to grip Momon's wrist, but he found himself powerless against the overwhelming strength that held him. His vision blurred as the pressure on his throat increased, and he struggled to breathe, his feet dangling helplessly above the ground.
"Remember what I told you that night." Momon's voice was a low, menacing growl, dripping with the promise of violence. He brought Xiao closer, his grip tightening as he stared into the Adeptus's eyes. "I told you—I'll break you in half!"
Xiao's mind raced, his thoughts a chaotic swirl of fear and desperation. He remembered that night all too well, the night when Momon had nearly killed him in battle. The words echoed in his mind, a grim reminder of the power and malice that Momon possessed.
Despite his fear, Xiao summoned what little strength he had left, trying to push back against the crushing grip around his neck. But it was no use—Momon's strength was far beyond anything he could match. He could feel his consciousness slipping, the edges of his vision darkening as his body struggled to hold on.
The humans watched in horrified silence, their hearts pounding in their chests as they witnessed the terrifying scene unfold before them. They knew they were powerless to stop Momon, and the sight of Xiao—one of the most revered Adepti—being manhandled like a mere ragdoll only deepened their fear.
As Xiao's struggle began to weaken, Momon's expression remained cold, devoid of any emotion. He was a force of nature, an unstoppable entity that seemed to revel in the fear and destruction he wrought. The once-proud Conqueror of Demons was now at his mercy, and it was clear to all who watched that Momon had every intention of making good on his promise.
Momon's grip on Xiao's neck suddenly loosened, and he dropped the Adeptus onto the blood-stained ground. Xiao collapsed in a heap, gasping for air, his chest heaving as he coughed violently. The pain in his throat was excruciating, and he struggled to catch his breath, the effects of Momon's crushing grip lingering as he lay sprawled on the ground.
Momon stood over Xiao, his expression unchanging under the mask. The cold, calculating look in his eyes remained fixed on the fallen Adeptus, as if he were considering what to do next. The silence that followed was palpable, broken only by Xiao's ragged breaths and the distant sounds of chaos from the city.
Ningguang, the Millelith, and the remaining Adepti watched with a mix of shock and relief. The sheer display of Momon's power had left them paralyzed, and they were left to grapple with the terrifying reality of their situation.
Xiao struggled to his knees, his hands clutching his throat as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. His face was pale, and sweat dripped from his forehead as he looked up at Momon with a mix of fear and defiance.
"Why…?" Xiao croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you let me go?"
Momon's voice dropped to a chilling whisper as he leaned closer to Xiao, his tone icy and laced with malice. "I have a feeling that if I killed you right now, that would break my companion's heart."
Xiao's eyes widened in fear, his breath catching in his throat. The intensity of Momon's gaze and the threatening edge in his voice sent shivers down his spine. He felt a cold, heavy hand press against his back, a stark reminder of the power Momon wielded. The touch was both unnervingly intimate and terrifying.
Momon's expression remained unreadable, but his words were clear. "I will kill you if you don't get the hell out of my sight."
The low, menacing tone was meant only for Xiao's ears, and it carried an unmistakable threat. The chilling reality of the situation sank in, Momon wasn't just showing off his strength—he genuinely wanted to kill him. The fact that he had to be spared only because of the potential emotional impact on Momon's companion did nothing to alleviate the terror Xiao felt. The dark promise in Momon's voice was a stark reminder of how precarious his situation was.
Xiao scrambled to his feet, his movements shaky and desperate. He glanced around at the stunned faces of the humans and Adepti, trying to regain his composure. His pride was wounded, but the threat of death was far more pressing.
Swallowing hard, Xiao's voice trembled as he spoke, "I… I'm leaving."
Without waiting for a response, Xiao turned and fled from Yujing Terrace. His steps were quick and unsteady, the weight of Momon's threat driving him to escape as fast as he could. The Adepti who had witnessed the confrontation watched him leave, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion.
Momon stood still for a moment, his eyes following Xiao's retreating figure. Once Xiao was out of sight, he straightened up and turned back toward the remaining crowd, his demeanor returning to its previous calm. The tension in the air was still thick, but his actions had shifted the focus of the conflict.
Momon turned his gaze toward the Liyue Qixing, who stood in stunned silence, their faces pale and expressions frozen in fear. The overwhelming display of his power had left them visibly shaken. Ningguang's eyes widened with disbelief, her composure cracking under the pressure of what she had witnessed. Keqing's usual sharp demeanor was replaced with a look of horror, while Ganyu, though maintaining her calm exterior, could not hide the tremor in her eyes.
The scene of blood-soaked carnage on the Yujing Terrace was a testament to the fearsome might Momon wielded. The sight of the blood-red mist swirling around the terrace and the horrific remnants of the Adepti's demise had a profound effect on everyone present.
Momon's steps were deliberate as he approached the Liyue Qixing, his every movement radiating an aura of menacing authority. The sheer force of his presence seemed to amplify the dread among the Qixing, making it almost tangible.
The silence that followed Momon's devastating display of power was palpable. The citizens of Liyue Harbor and the remaining Adepti, now scattered and subdued, watched in a mix of awe and trepidation as Momon approached Ningguang. His presence, though commanding, seemed to cast an ominous shadow over the entire Yujing Terrace.
Ningguang, still visibly shaken from the confrontation, took a cautious step closer to Momon. Her usually composed demeanor was marred by the shock of witnessing such overwhelming power. Her voice trembled slightly as she addressed him.
"Ningguang…" Momon's tone was unexpectedly calm, though it carried an underlying tension.
"Ye-Yes?" Ningguang responded, her voice quivering. She met his gaze, trying to maintain her composure despite the fear that lingered in her eyes.
"I guess the conflict with the Adepti is over for now…" Momon said, his words punctuated by a hint of finality. His gaze swept over the chaos he had left in his wake—fallen Adepti, frightened citizens, and the battered ranks of the Liyue Qixing.
"In-Indeed, Momon," Ningguang replied, her voice steadier now but still marked by the residue of her earlier fear. "The Adepti have been forced to surrender, and the immediate threat has been neutralized."
Momon's expression shifted to one of disdain mixed with bewilderment. "Hmm, what even was their plan? Bring justice by killing everyone? What a bunch of weirdos."
Among the figures standing amidst the Liyue Qixing, Cloud Retainer made her way forward. The transformation she underwent was nothing short of mesmerizing. Her form, once that of a majestic Adeptus with a leonine presence, now shifted into that of a world-class beauty, a stunningly graceful woman whose aura radiated both elegance and wisdom.
Momon was momentarily captivated by Cloud Retainer's transformation. Her appearance, marked by a resplendent gown and an ethereal grace, drew his attention as she moved with a poised and deliberate air.
With a slow, deliberate step, Cloud Retainer approached Momon. Her eyes, now reflecting a deeper understanding, met his with a contemplative gaze. The transformation seemed to embody a sense of sorrow and realization, a stark contrast to the fierceness she had displayed moments earlier.
"Sir Momon," Cloud Retainer began, her voice carrying a hauntingly melodic tone that seemed to weave through the still air. "Many of us Adepti held differing feelings on this matter. Some sought to uncover the truth behind Rex Lapis's death, driven by a desire for clarity and justice. Others were fueled by a need for vengeance, a craving for blood that clouded their judgment."
She paused, allowing her words to sink in as her gaze shifted to the scattered remains of the Adepti who had fallen. The weight of her words seemed to hang heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of blood and the faint whispers of anguish from the wounded.
"One had no idea," Cloud Retainer continued, her tone softening with regret, "that the situation would escalate to such a catastrophic level. The path we were on seemed to blur the lines between justice and destruction, and now, in the wake of this conflict, the cost is evident."
"But one has a question for you, Momon… Who are you?"
The gathered crowd—composed of the battered Liyue Qixing, the disheveled Millelith, and the remaining Adepti—turned their attention toward Momon, their eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. It was clear that the enigmatic figure who had turned the tide of the conflict was a mystery they all wanted to unravel.
Momon, aware of the weight of their gazes, chose his words carefully. He had no intention of revealing more than necessary about his true nature or purpose. With a measured tone, he addressed Cloud Retainer and the assembled audience. "I am the Honorary Knight from Mondstadt. I have also taken ownership of the Stormterror's lair and Dragonspine."
As he spoke, Aether and Paimon stepped up beside him, offering friendly waves to the crowd. Their presence was a stark contrast to the tension still lingering in the air.
"These two," Momon continued, gesturing to his companions, "are Aether and Paimon. They are my trusted allies."
Cloud Retainer, though still intrigued, seemed to accept the answer for now. She nodded slowly, her eyes reflecting both the gravity of the situation and the realization that Momon's identity was just one piece of a larger puzzle.
"So, you are indeed an outsider," Cloud Retainer said, her tone thoughtful. "Yet you possess a power and influence that rival our own. It seems the scales of fate have shifted in ways we had not anticipated."
Momon inclined his head slightly, acknowledging her words. "It appears that way. My presence here was never intended to provoke such conflict, but circumstances have unfolded as they have."
Ningguang stepped forward, her gaze fixed on Momon, Aether, and Paimon. Her voice carried a note of sincere gratitude that cut through the lingering apprehension.
"Momon, and you too, Aether and Paimon," Ningguang began, her tone earnest and respectful. "From the bottom of our hearts, thank you for protecting Liyue. The people of our nation will always remember you as heroes."
The words hung in the air, and a murmur of appreciation began to spread through the crowd. Slowly, the murmurs grew into applause. The citizens of Liyue, despite their initial fear and uncertainty, were moved by the display of courage and the dramatic turn of events that had saved their city.
The clapping started hesitantly but soon gained momentum, echoing through the streets of Yujing Terrace. The once tense and fearful crowd now showed their gratitude through a heartfelt ovation. Their applause was a mixture of relief, admiration, and respect for those who had stood against a seemingly insurmountable threat.
Momon, who had been prepared for anything but this show of appreciation, stood still for a moment, absorbing the unexpected honor. His expression remained impassive, but a flicker of something softer crossed his eyes as he regarded the people of Liyue.
Aether, always one to embrace moments of connection with the people they helped, smiled and gave a respectful nod. Paimon, ever the enthusiastic and emotional presence, fluttered beside him, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and delight at the outpouring of support.
Ningguang, observing the scene, allowed herself a small, appreciative smile. "It's not every day that we see such bravery and sacrifice. Your actions today have made a lasting impression on us all."
As the applause continued, the citizens of Liyue felt a renewed sense of unity and hope. The fear and chaos that had dominated the day were slowly being replaced by a shared gratitude and the promise of a brighter future.
Momon, Aether, and Paimon exchanged glances, the weight of their experiences settling into a deeper understanding of their impact. The conflict may have left scars, but the bonds forged in its aftermath would carry forward as a testament to their courage and the resilience of Liyue.
From the distance of a cliff overlooking Yujing Terrace, a tall figure stood silently, his gaze fixed on the tumultuous scene below. The city, now bathed in the light of the setting sun, seemed to glow with a mix of relief and residual tension. The figure's imposing silhouette was accentuated against the backdrop of the twilight sky.
Rex Lapis, appearing in his human form, looked out over the city with an expression of quiet contemplation. His usually formidable presence was tempered by a deep sense of disappointment rather than anger. His eyes, though serene, betrayed the weight of the situation and the outcome that had unfolded.
"Why did it have to go like this?" Rex Lapis murmured to himself, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. The grand plan that had been set into motion had spiraled into chaos, resulting in a confrontation that left both sides reeling. The conflict he had hoped to understand and resolve had turned into a spectacle of bloodshed and desperation.
The Adepti's failed invasion, the violence, and the dramatic confrontation with Momon had been unintended consequences of his larger design. What was meant to be a test of loyalty and truth had instead become a battleground of conflicting ideals and miscommunications.
As Rex Lapis watched, he reflected on the complexities of the divine and mortal worlds. The very forces that were meant to maintain balance and order had now been pitted against each other in a struggle that seemed to only deepen the divide between them.
His gaze softened as he took in the sight of the heroes who had intervened, their actions creating a fragile peace amidst the chaos. Momon, Aether, and Paimon had emerged as unexpected saviors, their bravery and power turning the tide and averting further disaster. Yet, the cost had been high, and the scars of the conflict would linger.