GOD OF SHINOBI
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CHAPTER 7:
The Wind of Change
Time has captivated his gaze ever since the creation of Mondstadt, earning his curiosity throughout the years of solitude above the tower where he oversees humanity from the sky. Gazing upon their pathetic lives, he attempts to understand their true selves.
For one hailed as the God of Storm, he has bestowed blessings upon those who worshipped him, providing protection beyond their comprehension. Sheltering them from the harsh tundra with an unbreakable shield, under his command, civilization thrived. Humanity lived for many generations to come.
He promised them that, and he kept that promise for as long as they worshipped him.
And yet, humanity deceived him.
The gatherings to overthrow his throne reached his ears; to attain freedom, they were willing to challenge him. The ode of liberation spread across the city like fire, igniting the current generation.
However, he did nothing drastic; instead, he passed down a law. The law contained them within his grasp. After all, he was benevolent. He did this for their own good. Mortals understand nothing except what they're capable of. They should have trusted him more.
He was their God… and yet… and yet.
Why?
Why do they still seek freedom?
Is the protection he granted them worth nothing in their eyes? They should be grateful.
The God of Storm sat on his throne, gazing at the torrent of wind above him, contemplating before he made a decision. It had been many years since he last roamed the mortal world. Perhaps this was a good time to understand them better.
He chuckled at the thought and nodded, making up his mind as he stood up from his seat and approached the embrasures, observing the world from above.
The city was flocked with people, their excited chatter creating a lively hum that resonated through the narrow cobblestone streets. The God of Storm observed from his vantage point, taking in the vibrant scene below. Carriages, ornately decorated with colorful banners, lined the avenues in neat rows, while market stands overflowing with fruits, vegetables, and trinkets were strategically placed along the sidewalks. Balloons in a kaleidoscope of colors floated above the town hall, swaying gently in the breeze, adding a festive air to the bustling square.
Children, their faces alight with joy and curiosity, roamed the streets in groups, chasing each other and laughing freely. Some clutched small toys and sweets, while others stared in awe at street performers juggling or playing music. The aroma of freshly baked bread and roasting meat wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of blooming flowers from nearby gardens. Every corner of the city seemed alive with activity, each sight and sound contributing to the sense of celebration and community that permeated the atmosphere.
He could feel their excitement even from all the way up there.
That's right; in this safe haven, they didn't have to worry about anything.
Not even the Archon War, which had been raging for the past few thousand years, had become nothing but history, forgotten by many. Only those he deemed the most loyal would earn the knowledge of the truth, while the rest were kept in the dark.
Talking about the Archon War... it had been 350 years since he last saw Andrius.
The pitiful and pathetic Lupus Boreas failed to penetrate the barrier he had put over the city, acting as a defense mechanism to protect his city and his people from outside threats. It was the perfect strategy to preserve his people and their civilization.
There was no reason for him to participate in this foolish Archon War.
Who does Celestia think they are, forcing gods to participate in their wicked game of thrones?
He refused to listen to their demands, as there was no reason for him to be involved; nor did he care about the reward they would give to the victor. Even without the Order, he still had his own people to care for and guide.
Mondstadt would be preserved no matter the cost.
"Shall I enjoy the festival today?" he mused.
What did these mortals call it again? Ah yes, the Windblume Festival.
Decarabian smiled, filled with excitement and anticipation.
"This time, I shall pay Amos a visit... it has been a long time since I last saw her." Decarabian chuckled to himself, staring at his reflection in the glass window, dissatisfied with his current attire. Using his power, the wind slowly altered his attire.
Under the guise of a mortal, he was a tall man with fair skin with short brown hair, and light blue eyes.
A smug smile spread across his face as he admired his form, though he was still thinking on what type of clothes he should put over himself.
"Hmm...since this is a festival, I shall wear something more...comfortable and easygoing."
It didn't take long for him to dress, changing from his old robe into a formal green vest, a white shirt with a black-tie underneath, light trousers, and black shoes. Decarabian fixed his tie before stepping out of his tower.
As he emerged, a harsh breeze hit him, sending a chill down his spine.
Despite being in his own domain, he could feel the wind currents slowly changing course.
What's going on?
Was that a warning?
It felt rather...strange.
Something was off. And he despised the unknown.
Decarabian pondered deeply. He was the master of wind; the God of Storm…who would dare challenge him in his own element?
Although hesitant, he shoved the thought to the back of his mind.
'I will look into it later today.' What was there to worry about? Lupus Boreas feared his power and no longer challenged him for the rightful throne. The King of Wolves could not even penetrate the barrier he had cast.
And the mortals... They worshipped and respected him.
'I am the exalted one, the one who shows mercy to my people and blesses their lives with my power. I provided them with a home, and in return, all I asked for was their gratitude,' Decarabian thought proudly with a smile as he walked through the cobbled streets, glancing at the stands and greeting his people, immersing himself in the festival until he reached her house.
His lover; Amos.
He knocked on the door once, twice, and waited patiently. A minute passed...then two, before he grunted in annoyance. It seemed she wasn't home. Decarabian motioned with his hand, using his power to gather the wind around him. A small whirlwind danced at his fingertips before he sent it across the city. It brushed past the mortals, soothing them with its coolness, acting as his eyes in search of his target, until it found its way to her, swirling around her.
"There she is." The God of Mondstadt vanished in a whoosh, arriving at her workplace within seconds. "Wasn't today supposed to be a holiday?" he pondered aloud, revealing his presence to the woman across from him.
His gaze softened affectionately as he stared at her.
Amos was a tall and beautiful young woman with long, loose silver hair, beautiful oceanic eyes, and a beauty mark on the left side of her mouth. She wore a sleeveless, form-fitting shirt paired with booty shorts. Her legs were clad in black stockings, and she wore gloves on her hands.
"Lord Decarabian?" Amos gasped, her voice faltering in surprise. Startled by his sudden arrival, she felt a bead of sweat roll down her cheek. She moved her hand to hide the sword she had forged, blocking his gaze, but he only quirked an eyebrow, chuckling at her pathetic attempt.
"Have you forgotten that I am your god? I can see beyond mortal eyes…" Decarabian trailed off, amused by her audacity. "So, tell me, Amos, why did you forge that sword?"
Amos felt another bead of sweat roll down her cheek as she gave a dry chuckle, then showed him the blade. She drew it from its scabbard and pointed the sharp blade towards him, the cold metal grazing his skin.
Decarabian neither flinched nor feared such a threat, knowing this mortal could never harm him.
"To celebrate the Windblume Festival, I present to you this sword; it symbolizes power, protection, strength, and courage. It's my way of dedicating myself to you, my Lord Decarabian, for providing us mortals with a safe haven. You are our beacon in this forsaken world, the only one who deserves praise and worship."
Decarabian hummed in thought, a smirk appearing on his face as he gently forced her to let go of the blade. The sword sailed above them as he grabbed hold of her, his other hand catching the blade. He then whispered a warning in her ear, his tone sending shivers down her spine.
"You didn't lie, right?"
Amos sighed and tried to push him off. "I wouldn't dare lie in front of my god," she replied.
"Fine, I understand," Decarabian conceded, returning the sword to her. "I don't need such a weapon. I will consider this blade one of your toys, just like the last time you forged that bow."
Amos smiled and nodded. "Since you're here, why don't we head back to my house so I can change into more appropriate attire?"
"Lead the way, mortal," Decarabian grunted, watching as Amos sheathed the blade and walked ahead of him towards her home. However, the God of Storm pulled her to his side and spoke.
"Walk alongside me."
"You seem clingier today," Amos pointed out with a small smile on her face.
She didn't mind it; however, if only he had shown this side much earlier in their relationship, then perhaps...she would never have thought of betraying him by joining the rebellion. Decarabian, after all, was a ruthless and arrogant god.
For a god, he lacked everything. But a part of her pondered, what if, in the end...it was just a misunderstanding between the mortals and their deity?
On their way back, neither of them said anything, both preoccupied with their thoughts until she felt his gaze on her.
"What's wrong?"
"Tell me, Amos...what do you think of my rule?"
"...?"
Decarabian halted his steps and closed his eyes, pondering his next words. He reopened his eyes and gazed at the sky, concealed by his power, before settling his gaze on his throne.
"I did what I thought was right. I created this safe haven so mortals could live in peace. None of you have to worry about war, threats, unforeseen weather, famine, disease... What more do mortals want aside from all the things I have provided and blessed them with?"
The change of heart in a god that is cold yet kind surprised her. However, it was already too late; the plan would commence today. Amos closed her eyes and answered with profound sadness.
"Freedom."
Freedom...
Throughout the date with Amos, the God of Storm mulled over her answer.
Decarabian glanced to his right, observing the nearby residents, taking note of the buildings he had designated for his people, micromanaging the city according to his desires, creating a system they must obey under his rule. He allowed the mortals to create the festival, the Cathedral they desired as a place to worship him, the Knight Order to maintain security and peace within his city in his stead—the list went on as he implemented each law for their sake.
In return, all he asked and wanted from them was their support and to never show any resistance to his rule. Everything was for their sake.
So... Why do they still want freedom? What kind of freedom do these mortals desire? Wasn't everything he did for them enough?
Decarabian realized he didn't enjoy the date as much as he had thought, and for some reason, Amos seemed more distant than ever. It was like...there was a gap he couldn't close between them. She was so close, yet so far... And no matter how many attempts he made to close the gap, she continued to distance herself from him, just like the way he ruled over his people.
"My Lord...?"
Amos stood across from him with a smile, extending her hand to offer him a small flower, its white, puffball-like seed head gently moved by the wind before scattering into the concealed sky. Her beautiful face was breathtaking, her smile was addicting, and her voice was so soothing. How come he never realized this until today? All this time, he thought he understood humans enough, yet he had treated her as if she were a toy he could discard...these humans he called his subjects as pets he kept under control...this barrier he created to protect them as a cage that kept them under his grasp...
Decarabian realized his mistake. It seemed even for a god, there was still so much to learn.
Was he worthy to become their god? Decarabian smiled back.
"Answer me, Amos."
The beautiful silverette tilted her head, curious about the question he was going to ask her.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"What do you think the Windblume Festival symbolizes?"
Amos closed her eyes, and with a begrudging sigh, she answered. The answer that churned the wheel of fate.
"Freedom...and love."
The God of Storm smiled at her, and the gentle breeze became a gale, the torrent of wind became turbulence, surprising everyone in the city. With the storm brewing in the sky above, he suddenly declared to his people, "I shall wait at my throne for those who desire freedom...you may challenge me for the battle of the throne!"
A declaration for a challenge!
One that was unexpected, as Decarabian unleashed his power. Within the shrouded city, a storm was brewing above them. Destruction occurred as the people screamed in terror, the fear of death gnawing at them at this exact moment, and he finally realized.
Everything he did for them was a mistake.
These people never loved him.
Decarabian steeled his gaze at Amos as she stood on her feet.
"Tell the rebellion...I'm waiting."
All this time he knew!?
Amos watched as her lover left—no, not anymore. The Lord of the Tower had invited them to challenge his throne. If they won the battle, then they would attain the freedom they sought. Amos clenched her lips and hurried away. The plan had changed, and she had to relay the message to everyone. This was the chance they had been waiting for! They could not miss this opportunity!
However, it didn't take her more than three meters before Amos's eyes widened. A gleam of metal could be seen from the corner of her eyes, and within a swift motion, she dodged the incoming swing of a blade, forcing herself to skidding across the ground before hitting the dirt.
Her dress was in tatters, and she could feel the pain from her knees, blood trickling down from them. She glared at the knight across from her.
"It seems you're mistaken. We're Lord Decarabian's blade; we must protect our Lord at all costs!"
The man rushed towards her as she threw dirt in his eyes and stood back on her feet. Her eyes narrowed as she found herself surrounded.
"Men! Arrest those who wish to rebel against our Lord! Kill everyone who refuses to obey!" the knight commanded, shouting his decree at the top of his lungs before turning his attention back to Amos.
"Now then, Lady Amos, it's better for you to surrender..." The knight said with a smirk, lifting his sword as she stared at her own reflection mirrored by the blade. "Or die by my blade! So, choose now, woman!"
Amos clenched her lips, brushing off the pain as she accepted his challenge. However, before she could tackle the danger in front of her, the wind changed its direction, becoming a cool and gentle breeze as it rushed past her, before exploding in a brilliant hue of azure. The repercussions sent the knights flying into the air, startling her for a moment until the silverette saw Lord Barbatos by the bard's side. The latter smiled at her as he exclaimed,
"We're not late, are we?"
Standing in front of her was the Bard and Lord Barbatos.
She replied with a smile, "No, you're just in time."
Venti smiled and helped the blacksmith to get back on her feet. The latter glanced and nodded her head in respect to the Wind God. "I am most grateful to you, Lord Barbatos."
Barbatos closed his eyes in acknowledgment and nodded at her happily.
"The time has come! O people of Mondstadt, we shall witness the liberation of our country!" The bard sang, a melody to ignite the people's slumbering hearts. "For freedom, we shall break the cage that has kept us within!"
Then, chaos erupted as a war unfolded, right in the center of the city.
The city was in despair.
The fire that spread across Mondstadt had taken many lives, and smoke covered almost the entire city. The once vibrant streets were now in ruins, with buildings reduced to smoldering rubble and debris littering the ground. Flames licked at the edges of homes, consuming everything in their path. The scent of burning wood and flesh filled the air, mingling with the acrid smoke that choked the life out of the city.
The city square, once a place of bustling markets and joyous festivals, was now a war zone. Craters from magical explosions pocked the cobblestone streets, and the bodies of fallen fighters lay strewn about, a grim testament to the fierce conflict. The screams of the wounded and dying echoed through the smoke-filled air, creating a symphony of agony that haunted the survivors.
Walls that had stood for centuries were now crumbling under the relentless assault. Towers that had once symbolized Mondstadt's strength now lay toppled, their stones scattered like forgotten memories. The grand cathedral, a beacon of faith and hope, was engulfed in flames, its stained-glass windows shattering from the heat, sending shards of colored glass raining down like deadly confetti
"Hold the line! They will not be able to breach the walls!" the knight commander yelled, gathering his knights together to form a formidable wall that kept the rebellion at bay.
It has been a power struggle between the two factions.
The Knights of Order under Decarabian had quantity over quality, while the Rebellion depended on their God, Barbatos, for support alongside the entirety of Mondstadt that covered their back. With each passing minute, they were losing greatly in terms of numbers.
How many hours had passed since the battle began?
Amos glanced at the caged sky, unable to tell the time.
Worry was etched on her beautiful face. She then glanced at the battlefield before gathering the clan heads together.
The rebellion's forces, though valiant, were dwindling. Every inch of ground was contested with blood and sweat, and the rebels' resolve was tested with each passing second. She knew that they had to regroup and devise a new strategy if they were to have any chance of turning the tide.
"We need to come up with a plan," Amos announced, gathering everyone for a new battle strategy. "We've managed to get this far, and the tower is just a few meters away. But if this keeps up, we will lose the battle."
"I have a suggestion, Lady Amos," a beautiful woman with dark blonde hair said, raising her hand as everyone turned to her. Covered in bruises and with her attire in tatters, she remained resolute, refusing to succumb to the pain. "I suggest we split our forces. Our army will hold the line while Lord Barbatos challenges Lord Decarabian."
The assembly exchanged glances, and under the steady gaze of Barbatos, they remained silent.
"In terms of power, we stand no chance against a divine being," a man grunted, his voice deep and gravelly. He was a man with messy red hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a slightly charred battle suit. The man crossed his arms and lamented gravely, "Lady Gunnihildr is correct. There's no other way. The knight's resistance will falter once their God is slain."
"I agree with Master Ragnivdr and Lady Gunnihildr," another man with light blue hair said, his tone urgent. He apologized to his Lord for his bluntness. "We need to act quickly. Our soldiers are dying out there, and every moment we delay is a moment lost."
Barbatos remained silent, observing the mortals discussing and debating. He knew that time was not on their side. Mondstadt was weeping; the storm was relentless, the city was ablaze, and innocent lives were on the line. They didn't have much time left.
Venti pondered deeply.
The five of them had been discussing strategies to overcome this stalemate. A drastic measure was needed to ensure the fate of Mondstadt.
Barbatos observed his friend until he hears him speak.
"Do you remember the wish I had? To see birds flying freely in the sky? A world without cages, a future unshackled by any constraints?"
The young but capable God nodded.
From a small spirit, he had grown into one who could rival Decarabian's power.
He understood the human emotions and their boundless desires for freedom, love, and curiosity. As someone committed to fulfilling their wish, he had promised to support them.
"This is it, my friend. This is the day you take charge. You who have followed me must let the wind sail towards freedom. We need you to guide us towards that future, friend."
Barbatos tilted his small head, appearing hesitant.
"Will you follow me, old friend?" the bard asked. His face was smeared with determination, and the sheer confidence in his eyes steeled Barbatos's resolve.
A choice…
For someone who had been a protector, a provider of shelter, and a guide, this was a critical moment.
Everyone was relying on him.
Barbatos closed his eyes. The sound of battle raged in the background, mingling with the howling gale above. The world felt like a cage that ensnared everyone within.
For the first time in his life, Barbatos made a second choice.
The God of Freedom took command.
For the future of Mondstadt.
The colossal tower that had overseen the people below for centuries stood unshackled by time, its form majestic in the eyes of many—a sanctuary for the God of Storms to rest, bearing the burden of humanity. But now, the tyrant must be overthrown.
The sound of gales howled in the distance, mingling with the cries of battle as war raged within the city's cage. Thousands of lives perished, neither side willing to surrender. Amid the chaos, an azure light shot up into the sky, a pillar of defiance challenging the deity of Mondstadt as his decision was made known to all.
The wind grew relentless, clashing fiercely, refusing to buckle or shatter. Then, Barbatos unleashed his power. The barricades around the tower crumbled within seconds, sending those near it to their deaths. The scent of death spread throughout the tower as Barbatos glanced at his friends and followers before lunging toward the tower.
"GO! THIS IS OUR CHANCE!" Venti exclaimed, igniting the spirits of everyone.
"FOR MONDSTADT!" Lady Gunnhildr roared, leading the rebellion as they surged forward behind her.
The Knights of Storm, bewildered, gathered their forces, struggling to contain them.
"DON'T LET ANYONE THROUGH! KILL THEM ALL!"
"FOR MONSDADT!" The rebels roared in unison, pushing back the army as they continued to breach the defenses.
Blades clashed with thunderous force; elemental energy erupted in a dazzling spectacle of raw power between the two warring factions. Fiery torrents surged through the air, turning the battlefield into a blazing inferno as flames roared to life, incinerating anyone bold enough to defy their fury.
"FIRE!" the officer's command cut through the chaos like a battle cry, unleashing a tempest of arrows that streaked through the sky, a deadly rainstorm descending upon the rebels.
"Gunnihildr!"
"On it!"
As the arrows hurtled towards them, the wind gathers, spiraling into a powerful barrier that shielded the rebels from the onslaught.
Neither side would yield.
Above them, Barbatos sent one last glance at everyone, wishing for their safety as he destroyed the wall of the tower, entering by force as dust enveloped his form.
"A pathetic wind spirit? To think you were the one who ignited their will of resistance," Decarabian scoffed, sitting on his throne with his face rested on his hand. The God of Storm watched as the small wind spirit cleared the dust around him, its eyes narrowed as Decarabian smirked.
"It's time to end this, Decarabian."
Decarabian closed his eyes, remaining silent for a moment before nodding.
Rising from his throne with a rumble that shook the very foundation of the tower, Decarabian unleashed his divine power, causing the ancient structure to tremble under his formidable presence. The God of Storm raised his hand, and Barbatos braced himself, the wind swirling around his form coalescing into a shimmering barrier of ethereal light.
In a heartbeat, Decarabian surged forward with the fury of a tempest, his fist crashing into the barrier with a cataclysmic explosion. The wind erupted in a violent storm, a blinding cascade of power that tore through the protective shield like paper. The shockwave sent Barbatos reeling, his shield shattered in an instant.
Barbatos barely evaded the onslaught as Decarabian pressed his advantage, his fists, wreathed in churning wind energy, striking with the relentless force of a hurricane. Each blow was a deadly dance of elemental fury, and though Barbatos fought valiantly, the God of Storm's relentless assault was inescapable.
"How naïve," Decarabian sneered, his voice like thunder.
The wind around Decarabian's fists twisted and transformed, its energy coalescing into sharp, piercing shards that sliced through the air and struck Barbatos with precision. As if summoned by the very wrath of the storm, a deluge of spears materialized from the tempest, raining down upon the beleaguered wind spirit.
Frozen in astonishment, Barbatos was momentarily paralyzed by the sheer onslaught, unable to fathom the magnitude of the attack. Before he could regain his composure, Decarabian's massive fist collided with his face, the impact sending the wind spirit hurtling through the air with a force that shook the heavens.
Barbatos plummeted from the tower, the fall a dramatic testament to the fierce battle unfolding above. The scene of his descent was witnessed by all, a stark display of the titanic clash between Gods
"NO!" Venti shouted in shock and worry.
The hearts of the rebellion were crushed, taken by surprise and despair.
Decarabian walked to the edge of the tower, eyes glaring at the mortals below before he hovered above them, his gaze cold and piercing.
"I AM THE LORD OF MONDSTADT! THE MASTER OF THE TOWER! I HAVE PROVIDED YOU SHELTER, PROTECTED YOU FROM DANGER AND HARM! AND YOU DARE TO CHALLENGE ME!? YOUR OWN GOD!?"
The storm gathered, rain pummeling the city, dampening the ground as it began to flood. The rebellion trembled under Decarabian's killing intent.
"How pathetic. I SHALL BRING DOWN JUDGMENT UPON YOUR SINNERS."
"Barbatos!" Venti shouted, his voice echoing through the chaos, calling desperately for his small friend to awaken.
As Barbatos plummeted from the top of the towering spire, his eyes snapped open, igniting with a fierce azure blaze. His diminutive form erupted in a brilliant transformation; four radiant white wings unfurled from his back, and the tempestuous storm above began to dissipate. The air crackled with newfound energy as his wind surged with renewed vigor, sweeping away the malevolent intent that had shrouded the battlefield. A swirling maelstrom of tornadoes coalesced around him, their fierce spiral directing toward Decarabian.
"Then I shall respond in kind," Barbatos proclaimed, his voice laced with wrath and defiance. The winds surged violently, their intensity shocking Decarabian as the balance of power shifted dramatically. With a sweeping motion of his hand, Barbatos unleashed a torrent of wind that cleaved through the very fabric of space, slicing Decarabian and the massive tower behind him cleanly in half.
The mighty tower, a symbol of the God of Storm's dominion, toppled from its lofty perch, crashing to the earth with a cataclysmic force. Its ruin was witnessed by all, the fate of Mondstadt hanging precariously in the balance—the oppressive tyrant deity now facing off against the youthful god who embodied the yearning for liberation.
"BARBATOS!" Decarabian bellowed, his voice thunderous and enraged as the wind mended his shattered form. With a feral snarl, he lunged forward, and the air itself seemed to shiver as their clash unleashed a tempestuous upheaval. The ground beneath them groaned and buckled under the immense pressure of their titanic struggle.
Yet, even as this divine battle raged above, the war below continued to rage on, the flames of conflict spreading across the entire city. The will of the gods resonated with every soul fighting on the ground their hopes and fears intertwining in the crucible of battle.
The sky itself seemed to tremble with their struggle, as the echoes of their clash reverberated through the very core of Mondstadt.
"It's now or never! Charge!" Venti roared as everyone raised their banners for victory.
On the sidelines, Amos stood resolute, her gaze fixed on the celestial clash above. Amidst the chaos and the cacophony of battle, she seized the moment of respite, her heart pounding with purpose. With a determined grip, she raised her bow high, aligning her sight with the swirling tempest of divine fury.
She nocked an arrow, its shaft shimmering with a faint, azure luminescence—a gift of wind imbued by Barbatos himself. As she drew the string back, the air around her seemed to thrum with anticipation. The bow's curve strained under the tension, and the arrow, glowing with ethereal energy, trembled with latent power.
Amos's breath was steady, her focus unerring as she let the arrow fly. It streaked through the tumultuous sky, leaving a trail of shimmering wind in its wake. The arrow cut through the roiling atmosphere with a piercing, howling roar, its speed and precision defying the chaos of the battlefield. It climbed higher, its trajectory unyielding, aimed straight at Decarabian.
The God of Storm, engaged in his epic duel with Barbatos, sensed the approach of the deadly projectile. With a deft motion, he reached out, his hand slicing through the air as he seized the arrow by its shaft. The impact of his grip created a shockwave that rippled outward, distorting the fabric of the sky and sending a cascade of wind and debris spiraling through the air.
Decarabian's eyes narrowed in grim satisfaction as he examined the arrow, its power evident in the way it disrupted the elemental forces around him. With a disdainful sneer at his lover futile attempt, the God of Storm crushed the arrow in his grasp, its energy dissipating in a burst of radiant azure light that briefly illuminated the heavens before vanishing into the maelstrom of the storm.
The battlefield below trembled with the force of the divine confrontation, the air thick with the remnants of the shattered arrow and the relentless fury of the gods.
The silverette glance at her bow, noticing the cracks on it.
'It seems I'm still lacking as blacksmith…' she sighed and strap the bow on her back before getting back to check the injured soldiers.
How many hours had passed since then?
The battle continued to rage on, the flames of war spreading across the entire city.
The bard, Venti, watched the titanic struggle above them. Neither side could penetrate the other's barrier, while below, the battle was a bloodbath. Lives had perished, and the blood tainted the city they wished for freedom. The country lay in ruins.
Venti felt a headache as he tumbled to the ground, his breathing ragged and his vision blurry.
"Get up, you can't rest here," the head of the Lawrence clan said, helping the bard back on his feet. "Don't exert yourself, bard. We need you to write the song of our victory."
Venti chuckled. "Master Lawrence…I must have been a deadweight, huh…"
"What are you talking about, friend?" Lord Lawrence asked, helping the bard to the backline. "You're the bard and our medic… your buffs have been helping us tremendously." He finished with a smile. "Besides… what have I been telling you? Just call me by my name already. Are we not already friends?"
Venti smiled and nodded. "I understand."
In the backline of the rebellion, Amos helped Venti rest on the ground, patching the wounds on his leg.
"Get some rest, Venti. We will take care of this."
"I…I'm just worried," The bard admitted, glancing at the sky to watch the battle between Barbatos and Decarabian.
"We won't lose," Amos assured with a steely gaze. The beautiful silverette then offered him water. The bard took a big gulp before leaning back and closing his eyes, trying to get some rest as Amos patted him gently. "You can leave the rest to us."
"Yes…I understand."
Time continued to move forward; the war continued relentlessly, seemingly never-ending as it escalated beyond their capabilities.
Barbatos glanced down, noticing Venti was nowhere in sight.
"Eyes on me, wind spirit!" Decarabian growled, grazing Barbatos's small form and sending him flying to the edge, pushing him into the barrier as Decarabian slammed him against it.
Barbatos struggled to free himself as he roared in anger, summoning the wind around them and consuming both him and Decarabian. The barrier was pulled into the fray as well.
"If I die, you will die with me too!" Barbatos growled as Decarabian snarled in rage. The torrents continued to shred them apart, slowly covering them in golden blood as they held each other tightly.
Until...
A beam of light struck them, and the barrier around Mondstadt shattered, surprising both Gods and the two factions.
Then, Decarabian and Barbatos fell to the ground.
Decarabian motioned his hand, trying to summon his gale only to find them non-existent.
"My power…?"
Barbatos found himself in the same situation; the wings on his back disappeared as he descended hard, the impact of their fall shattering the ground below.
"What's going on!?" Decarabian exclaimed, confused as he tried to channel his elemental energy, only to get the same result.
Before they could ponder further, a shockwave swept across the land, and the cool breeze caused the ground beneath them to reverberate.
Decarabian stood frozen in fear.
The fear of the unknown.
"It's coming from the south."
Barbatos glanced in that direction, realizing there was another battle going on, and it might have already reached its conclusion.
Time halted momentarily, with the entirety of Mondstadt engulfed in radiant golden light. The moment was fleeting, the hour hand churned, and as frozen time returned, she felt the light dissipate. Slowly, she opened her eyes, greeted by a warm breeze sweeping across the land.
The Goddess was struck by sheer astonishment at the breathtaking scenery around her.
The once-raging blizzard had vanished as if it had never been, leaving behind a tranquil stillness.
The frozen snow, once an unyielding blanket, now shimmered as it melted beneath the radiant embrace of the sun. Within mere moments, the vitality of the land was miraculously restored.
Sunlight streamed from a clear sky, casting a golden hue over the landscape. She marveled at the transformation as the tall grasses, once weighed down and frozen stiff, began to sway gracefully in the warm, gentle breeze. Each blade of grass sparkled in the sunlight, their verdant tips reflecting the light in a dazzling display.
Trees that had stood as lifeless, skeletal forms, stripped of their leaves and vitality, were now revived by the sun's nurturing rays. The once-barren branches were adorned with lush, green foliage, and vibrant blossoms of spring burst forth, their colors intensified by the sunlight. The light danced through the leaves, creating a play of shadows and illumination that made the scene look almost ethereal.
The earth, which had been cold and unyielding, now thrummed with renewed energy under the sun's glow. The scars of battle were healed by nature's swift reclamation, as if the very essence of life had been rekindled by the sun's warmth and the outcome of their struggle. The land's revival, bathed in sunlight, was a testament to the power of their conflict—a crucible of destruction transformed into a forge of rejuvenation.
Her eyes roamed in search of Naruto, realizing that the figure beside her was gone, presumably one of his clones. The Goddess of Salt descended from the tree branch, running through the field of grasses, and noticed her fellow partner still hovering in the air. His cloak gently swayed under the breeze as his gaze was directed toward Celestia.
"Naruto…!" Havria called, waving her hand at him. The Shinobi nodded, descending from the sky back to Earth.
Havria shared a worried glance with him. Though she knew the Shinobi's true strength and what he was capable of, she was probably being hypervigilant and worried over nothing. The Shinobi chuckled at her and gave her a reassuring smile.
"You should be more concerned about him."
Havria averted her gaze and noticed a figure among the tall grass. Andrius was resting on the ground, back in his original form, with his head resting on his paws. The difference was that his size had shrunk tremendously, almost like a regular puppy.
Lupus Boreas noticed her gaze and bowed his head in sheer respect mixed with disappointment. He was disappointed that their battle had been interrupted by a third party.
"Don't bother getting up," the Shinobi grunted, scanning the wolf's shrunken body and trying to sense the remnants of whatever had influenced his mind and taken control of his body. "It seems it managed to escape at the last minute," he muttered, pondering deeply.
Tracing any remains, he found nothing.
"…What do you mean?" Havria tilted her head, sensing nothing out of the ordinary from the battle they had with the King of Wolves. What did she miss?
Lupus Boreas's tail wagged, and Havria cooed at that, momentarily setting aside her thoughts as she jumped ahead and hugged him.
"So cute!"
"I am not!" Andrius growled in annoyance at his fellow deity, feeling his cheeks redden from the sheer audacity of this so-called young Goddess. He was unable to do anything as she tightened her grip, crushing his small body against her chest and slowly suffocating him. "L-Let go, you wretch DEMON!" His voice rasped due to the lack of air.
Ignoring the threat, the Goddess of Salt continued to hug him. His fur was warm and soft, making him even more adorable in her eyes, especially given his reaction to her affection.
Naruto sighed.
Not that he was complaining, but Havria should remember that Andrius had once been their foe. She shouldn't carelessly drop her guard like this.
"You're going to kill him if you keep doing that."
Havria pouted and gave one last pat before setting the small 'cub' down on the ground. Andrius gasped for air and then sent a grateful glance at Naruto.
"Now what…?" Andrius asked, his voice filled with confusion and curiosity.
"You tell me, Lupus Boreas."
"I lost to you…my life is yours to decide," Andrius admitted, gazing at the blue sky above and the warmth of the sun. It reprimanded him for how foolish he had been in their territorial war and the lives he had taken under the pretext of an Archon War. "But…if given the opportunity, I would like to surrender myself to death. I have sinned and have no right to rule over Mondstadt. My lack of understanding is what divided the land and perhaps caused many lives to perish."
"…"1
Havria cast her gaze down at her feet, realizing what he meant. The Archon War had changed the lives of many gods—not just the gods but also mortal lives. Civilization had become stagnant as the war raged on, and seeking shelter had become a daily norm for mortals.
"I understand."
Naruto closed his eyes, deep in thought. He sighed and conceded to Andrius's demand.
"Very well then." He took a step forward, his cerulean eyes glowing with an ominous intensity. Bringing his palm to the air, he intoned, "I shall grant your wish."
A palpable weight descended upon them, pressing down like a suffocating shroud. Havria could feel the crushing pressure around them as her body trembled uncontrollably. Her hands, once so eager to intervene, felt leaden and unresponsive, each movement a struggle.
'Move! Move!' Havria screamed in her mind, desperation clawing at her. Without a moment's hesitation, she threw herself between the two figures, her eyes wide with panic, hands outstretched in a futile attempt to halt the inevitable.
"Don't kill him!" she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper but laden with urgency.
The Shinobi's gaze met hers with an icy, dispassionate stare that pierced through her soul. The warmth and compassion she had hoped to see had vanished, replaced by an unnerving coldness. His eyes, devoid of any flicker of mercy, seemed to radiate an unsettling darkness.
"Why is that?" he asked, his voice a chilling whisper that seemed to echo through the void.
His tone was devoid of empathy, a stark contrast to the emotional plea before him. The very air around them grew colder, the shadows deepening as if the light itself recoiled from his presence. Havria's heart pounded in her chest, each beat a reminder of the fear that gripped her.
Her resolve wavered under the weight of his unfeeling gaze, as the once-reassuring light now seemed to conspire against her, casting long, menacing shadows. The Shinobi's detachment was a looming darkness, an inescapable abyss that threatened to swallow all hope.
This isn't the Naruto she knew…she hates this version of him.
Havria clenched her lips before giving another answer, one that managed to make him smile.
"We shouldn't follow in the footsteps of the Evil Gods. We are better than them, and resolving to death will only boost the ego of Celestia."
"Is that so?"
Havria nodded as she could feel the tension around them disappear.
"Besides, what's wrong with adding more allies?"
The blonde snorted at the suggestion but continued his steps, ignoring her plea. Havria could only watch, closing her eyes in fear. Then she felt his hand gently ruffling her hair. She slowly opened her eyes to see him doing the same to Andrius.
"Do you wish to live, Andrius?"
"…?"
The King of Wolves slowly opened his eyes, meeting the gaze of the young God as the latter awaited his answer.
"If… by living I can atone for my sins…" Andrius pondered. Moments ago, he had been on death's door, yet now, despite being weakened tremendously, he was being spared by the very Gods he had underestimated. If living meant he could make amends for his wrongdoings, then…
"Then I shall follow your lead… even until the end of time, Lord Naruto."
As if sealing a binding vow, a golden light shroud Andrius body, before forming a thread as it reached towards Havria.
"Huh…?" Havria blinked, staring at the golden thread linking Andrius and herself.
"Live then, and serve the Goddess of Salt, Havria, until the end of your life; not just as her familiar, but as the Guardian of Vindagnyr. Protect the people and everything she treasures."
The contract was set between the Goddess of Salt and Lupus Boreas; one he did not complain about. However, he couldn't help but ponder aloud.
"Why her…? When I should owe my life to you?"
Naruto thought about it for a moment, feeling Havria's gaze on him as she seemed curious about the answer. It didn't take him long to respond, and when he did, he grinned and pointed to himself.
"Unlike her, I'm strong."
Havria smiled at him while Andrius sweat-dropped.
Well, there was no denying that.
Unbeknownst to the three, a figure watched from among the trees. Her form was translucent, concealed by the interplay of light and shadow, with a beauty unmatched. Her long, silver hair waved gently in the breeze, and her golden eyes observed the trio before settling on Naruto.
A longing expression appeared on her face before she smiled and vanished into the wind.
"This timeline… for sure, until we meet again, Naruto Uzumaki…"
Her voice was gentle, like a melody that soothed anyone's mind. As if the wind carrying the weight of her words, the Shinobi glanced in the direction where she had been, only to see nothing but rays of light that lingered for a moment.
As if recognizing who she was, a name crossed his mind, and he muttered under his breath.
"Istaroth?"
Andrius's ears twitched, glancing at the Shinobi with confusion.
"I doubt she's anywhere near us… requesting an audience with her is akin to asking Celestia to stop the Archon War. But Istaroth's generosity knows no bounds… technically, it won't be impossible, just difficult."
"Is that so?" The Shinobi thought for a moment. If it was impossible, they could then focus elsewhere—perhaps paying a visit to Rukkhadevata, the so-called Goddess of Wisdom.
"Look, you two, we can see Decarabian's Tower!"
The two shared a glance before looking in the direction Havria was pointing.
The wind that had once enveloped the tower was gone, leaving only its grand size visible to the world.
Andrius scoffed.
"Decarabian… that bastard. I bet he wasn't expecting a third party to tear down his 'strongest defense' so easily."
"Let's go then."
The Shinobi exclaimed, glancing at Andrius, who nodded. Elemental power danced around them as Andrius grew to ten times his original size.
"Get on," Andrius announced, howling into the wind. He, along with Naruto and Havria, vanished into the breeze, leaving trails of wind that swept across the land.
'I can't feel my elemental energy…'
Decarabian's eyes blazed with fury as he glanced at Barbatos, the latter looking equally distressed. Whatever this attack was, it had restrained their powers completely.
"No matter, we shall end this now!" Decarabian roared, his voice echoing like thunder as he lunged toward the stunned Barbatos. Powerless, Barbatos could only brace himself as the God of Storm's colossal fist collided with him, sending him crashing through the air and tumbling across the ground.
"DIE, YOU PITIFUL WIND SPIRIT!"
Decarabian's deadly blow was intercepted by Lord Ragnvindr, who stood firm against the onslaught. The earth beneath his feet shattered from the impact, blood streaming from his nose as he trembled under the overwhelming force of the God of Storm.
"If you want to get to him, you need to get through me first!" Ragnvindr snarled, his voice filled with defiance.
Decarabian's gaze narrowed. With his other hand, he struck the red-haired warrior, sending him flying and shattering his great sword. Yet, Ragnvindr rose again, ignoring the pain, his resolve unyielding. He lunged at Decarabian, delivering a flurry of powerful jabs.
The God of Storm was taken aback by the human's tenacity as they engaged in a fierce and brutal dance of combat.
As the battle raged on, the head of the Lawrence clan joined the fray, his claymore swinging with lethal intent. Decarabian dodged and jumped back, but arrows suddenly rained down upon him, some piercing his divine skin. He snarled at Amos, his fury mounting.
Then, with a swift and unexpected strike, Lady Gunnhildr's blade pierced Decarabian's abdomen. Blood gushed down the blade, and he stumbled slightly, glaring at her with murderous intent.
"We've got you now," Gunnhildr taunted, a fierce smile on her lips.
"Now, everyone!" she commanded.
All at once, they converged on Decarabian, each aiming for a different part of his body. But the ground trembled as wind gathered around him, howling and spinning with destructive force. It pierced through their ranks, sending them sprawling as a devastating explosion of wind erupted.
"You almost killed me, you bastards," Decarabian laughed maniacally, his eyes blazing with murderous glee.
The head of the Gunnhildr clan lay meters away, her breath ragged and vision fading under the unforgiving sun.
The head of the Lawrence clan was nearby, his left leg shredded by the wind, pain twisting his features as he fought to staunch the bleeding.
The red-haired warrior lay unconscious beside him, his body broken.
Amos, desperate and horrified, tried to reach towards both of them, but Decarabian grabbed her by the neck, lifting her effortlessly, eyes glaring at her beautiful face.
"You should know your place, woman."
"L-let me go…!" Amos rasped in pain, struggling futilely as his grip tightened, her vocal cords crushed under the pressure. Pain surged through her as she choked, awaiting the end.
Decarabian discarded her like a ragdoll, her body hitting the ground with a sickening thud.
The woman he once loved lay coughing blood, her vision fading to blackness.
With his power restored, Decarabian prepared to retaliate with unrestrained fury.
"Not on my watch," Barbatos growled, a barrier of wind separating the mortals from Decarabian's wrath. The God of Storm lunged, but a wolf's howl froze him in his tracks.
Then, a blizzard swept across Mondstadt, the chilling wind extinguishing flames and bringing relief from the searing heat. The sudden drop in temperature was like a shockwave, causing steam to rise from the scorched earth as the icy gusts clashed with the lingering heat. Snowflakes danced in the air, swirling around the ruins of the city, coating the charred remnants of buildings in a pristine white blanket.
The once suffocating air became crisp and invigorating, each breath now a refreshing respite from the earlier stifling atmosphere. The blizzard's howl was fierce and relentless, a stark contrast to the previous sounds of crackling flames and battle cries. The wind carried with it a sense of calm and purity, washing away the remnants of smoke and ash that had choked the city.
Icicles began to form on the remnants of broken structures, and the blood that had soaked into the ground froze into dark, crystalline patterns. The blizzard's touch was both harsh and gentle, a paradox of destruction and renewal as it swept away the remnants of chaos and pain, leaving behind a landscape transformed by winter's embrace.
Amidst this transformation, the survivors felt a collective shiver run through them, not just from the cold, but from the overwhelming sense of change that the blizzard heralded.
"HAHAHA! LOOK AT YOU, DECARABIAN! SUCH A PATHETIC STATE YOU'RE IN! TO THINK YOU ALMOST LOST YOUR LIFE TO THESE MORTALS!"
"LUPUS BOREAS!?"
The name echoed in everyone's mind as the King of Wolves stood atop a hill, howling with amusement before descending. His presence was a stark contrast to Decarabian's growing uncertainty.
"Was it you? Were you the one who shattered my barrier?" Decarabian demanded.
Andrius snorted. "No, it was my master."
"?"
"Yo!" A voice greeted from Decarabian's right shoulder. His power surged, but it dissipated instantly as the shinobi smiled, clasping his hands and forming a barrier.
"From now on, no one can use their elemental energy until I said so," the shinobi declared.
"Huh? A human?" Decarabian frowned, sensing something familiar about this man. No… this presence… it was like Istaroth…?
"Who are you exactly?" Decarabian demanded. "Did Celestia send you?"
Naruto thought about it for a moment, then he grinned.
"That's right!" he lied smoothly. "With that, I now declare the victor of the Archon War to Barbatos!"
"…."
"…."
"…."
Havria looked incredulous. There was no way Decarabian would buy that.
"I understand…"
He believed it!?
The God of Storm surrendered, though he narrowed his gaze as he watched the so-called 'messenger' treat everyone wounds in the battlefield, channeling something akin to the elemental energy Gods possessed.
However, something felt different about it.
"Hmm, this is a bit tough."
Lord Lawrence glanced at the God-man across from him. Looking at his shredded leg, the blood had stopped, but there's no way it could regenerate. It was silent between the two until the shinobi attempted to regenerate his missing leg, waving his chakra around the elemental energy residing within him. Ignoring the bewildered expression on the blue-haired man's face, after some time, the leg grew back, restored to its perfect form.
"T-thank you."
"Don't mention it." Naruto smiled at him, making the man bow his head in respect.
"I am truly grateful, my Lord."
"Just call me Naruto." The shinobi said.
He then walked towards Havria, who was healing the unconscious Amos.
"Her vocal cords were crushed…" Havria pointed out. The silverette smiled in relief. "It might take a while for her to be able to speak…but I did heal it."
"You did well." The shinobi nodded as he and Havria rejoined Andrius.
"Now what?"
Andrius scoffed at the question. "As much as I want to kill you, the decision lies between those two."
The war had ended.
It felt rather strange…
Despite so much bloodshed, it ended rather peacefully…well almost anyway.
Decarabian sat on the ground, staring at his hand and clenching it into a fist.
"I failed my people." Decarabian lamented in sadness. All this time…he thought he understood them. But now, he realized he only managed to get to the tip of the iceberg.
"For a ruthless God, you sure are sentimental." The King of Wolves jeered at the God of Storm. "Though I must say…you did protect them well."
"Heh." Decarabian chuckled in amusement, recalling the event years ago when Andrius tried to penetrate the barricade before looking up at the hovering wind spirit. "And you, you have been silent throughout our conversation."
Barbatos closed his eyes. "What's there for me to say?" Barbatos admitted.
Besides, he had been silent for a while since he was curious about the blonde-haired man. The latter felt familiar…it's like someone he knew for a quite long time…but who exactly is he?
"Is that guy truly a messenger?"
"Yes." Andrius lied.
What was he thinking coming up with that lie anyway!? He could feel Havria seethe at the lie too! It was a terrible act! Yet Decarabian fell for it.
"It seems everyone finally reached to an understanding." The shinobi stated, making his presence known as he joined their side. Beside him was the Goddess of Salt; the latter decided to follow him and stood beside him.
Decarabian then stared at him.
"You lied, didn't you?"
"Does it matter?" The shinobi asked back, pointing his index finger at the people of Mondstadt. "TAKE A LOOK AROUND YOU! THIS IS THE OUTCOME OF YOUR BATTLE!"
Decarabian listened and took his time, watching the scenery around him in silence.
The lives that had perished could not be restored, and the city he once treasured had fallen to ruins.
The streets once filled with laughter and commerce were now lined with the charred skeletons of buildings, their walls blackened by fire and their roofs collapsed. The air, though now cold from the blizzard, still carried the acrid scent of smoke and ash, a grim reminder of the recent devastation.
The people of Mondstadt were weeping, their tears freezing on their cheeks as they rallied alongside each other. Families clung to one another, mourning the loss of loved ones whose bodies lay beneath the rubbles.
The cries of the grieving mingled with the howling wind, creating a somber symphony of sorrow.
"The Archon should never exist…since it's just a game of thrones for the Gods…but not for the humans. There's no point in forcing them to participate."
Decarabian glared at him.
"What are you trying to say? They were the ones who betrayed me first."
Havria closed her eyes. "I understand how you feel, I was once like you…" She voiced out her concern, her tone filled with sadness. "And yet…I fled, I refused to kill them…my love towards them is what brought me here today. Does that mean I'm weak? No. I was never weak, but my people have no merit in this war."
Decarabian gazed at the silver-haired goddess and the Goddess of Salt looked back.
He comprehends the meaning behind those words.
He understood what she meant by that.
Yet, it was him who succumb to rage of being betrayed.
Had he taken a different route…then, then it wouldn't have to end this way.
"I see… made a grave mistake. To atone for my sins…I shall leave it to the people and to you as well…Barbatos."
Barbatos looked at the God of Storm, silence reigning between the five of them.
"It is not my decision alone…let the people decide; the future of Mondstadt lies in their hands, not ours…not Celestia's."
The tyrant God nodded as the people gathered around them, their thoughts and desires flooding in, creating a stream that transcended time. The two factions that refused to yield came to an understanding, and the one who had overseen them closed his eyes, accepting the decision that was to come.
To the city wild and free,
Of courage and struggle, of old and of new.
Here, the past is a whisper, the future a song,
In the city of freedom, where all hearts belong.
Under the gaze of the Goddess fair,
Freedom embraces a dance without chains.
Witnessed by the winds of change,
Mondstadt endures, its spirit untamed.
To our Lord Barbatos, guardian of the skies,
May the winds of freedom ever rise,
And carry our hopes, our dreams, our rhyme,
As they precede the passage of time.
Author Note:
Zeed0187: One reason really, I feel bad about Havria, she was a kind Goddess, just like how kind people were being used in real life, she's also the same, met her demise where she was killed because of her kindness. Now for Rukkhadevata...I will see what I can do. No promises.
arkhos tou aikar: This version of Naruto has many titles; he has pretty much survived the Great Shinobi War and many more. This is pretty much the strongest Naruto ever exist especially one in Teyvat. I will deleved into this later in the story, and yes, he will be able to do sealing technique; I will show this feat once we reached Sumeru.
the best Tuva: Furina and Chevruse is still a long way to go, their appearance will come after time skip. Can't say the same about Focalor though.
zenchi a zen'n no kamii: Thank God everything went alright for you and thank you for the kind message. Also, thanks for the consideration on trying to help me, after reading everyone message, I think there's no point in asking for a donation. Just wish me luck landing on a job soon, though I won't have as much as free time as before in writing.
AetherialQ: Glad to know that. As for Star Rail fics, I will see where the plot will take me (I have three in mind). I might also post a Naruto x Wuthering Waves fic (?). An idea crosses my mind lol
redlox: Yes, this is before the 7 came to rule each region, I'm going to write each of regions and how the 'war' came to an end. Some events will change due to the presence of Naruto. Like this chapter here for example.
dragonkeeper: You will get to know about that later on, don't think too much over it.
DovahBro: Thanks for the recommendation, I watched it ten times and decided to go with a different approach lol.
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