#creator!mc

A figure stepped into view, and the second I recognized that familiar silhouette, my eyes widened.

No way

He wasn't just some random NPC. I knew that silhouette anywhere. I've seen it enough times to recognize it from just the way he walked.

It was Zhongli. One of the gods in the game.

But instead of ignoring me or whatever I expected from a god.

He stopped. And his eyes locked onto me. I swear, for a second, he just stared. Like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Then he did something that made my entire brain short-circuit.

He dropped to one knee.

He literally knelt.

His hand and on his chest. He bowed like I was royalty or something.

“You’ve returned.” He said. “Forgive me, I didn't recognize you at first, Your Grace.”

Excuse me?

I just stood there, blinking like an idiot, trying to figure out if I heard that right.

Your Grace.

Me?

“Why are you calling me that..?” I asked, completely thrown off by the sudden formalities.

From the way he spoke… It sounded like he was expecting me.

Zhongli finally looked up, his gaze meeting mine. I think he almost smiled. Just a little. But if he did, he was good at hiding it.

“I feel… your presence.” He explained the best he could, his tone was still formal, like always. “A familiar aura… Familiar to the person I've been longing to see.”

“Aura?”

I glanced down at my hands. I didn't feel any different, not from when I was alive. I didn't realize anyone could sense something from me, let alone someone like him.

He stepped forward, his expression softening.

“Yes. I don't think you would recognize it yourself, at least not yet. But to me, your presence alone was enough to know.”

He glanced around the temple.

“This place was built in your honor… Dedicated to you… The creator of Teyvat."

My jaw instantly dropped.

‘Did I hear that right?’

‘Creator of Teyvat??’

The words echoed in my head like a broken record.

I quickly pinched my arm as hard as I could, hoping this was all just some crazy dream.

Nope. Still in the temple.

I slapped myself. Hard.

Still here.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Zhongli watching me, a small frown forming on his face.

“There's no need to hurt yourself, you grace.” He said as he started walking toward me.

“Wait… You mean this is actually real?” I asked, turning to look back at the temple and the statues that looked way too much like me.

He let out a soft chuckle as he came to a stop beside me.

“Yes. This is quite real.”

He turned his gaze to the temple. “You are the creator of this world. You are my god… And the God of all gods and the land.”

The way he said it, it sounded rehearsed, as if he was quoting something sacred from memory.

I could barely handle being called the Creator, but suddenly being called their God too? Yeah no. That was way too much.

Unless I had a god complex, which I definitely did not.

I looked back at him, half hoping he would say sike or something. But of course, he didn’t. He looked completely serious about this. Then again, he always had that serious look on his face.

Before I could even finish processing all this insanity, my stomach growled.

Loudly. Like embarrassingly loud.

Like “hasn’t-eaten-in-a-century” loud.

I instantly clutched my stomach, awkwardly looking away from him.

The walk to the city was… Quiet. Too quiet.

I didn't know what to say, and Zhongli didn't exactly strike me as the small talk type of person.

I reluctantly followed him, mostly because my body was moving on its own. Or maybe because I had no clue what else to do. I mean, where do you even go when you just suddenly found out you’re apparently the god of everything?

The closer we got to the city, the louder everything became. Footsteps, chatter, distant bells ringing through the harbor air.

It was strange.

Familiar, but not. Like I was walking through a game I used to play, but someone had turned the realism slider way up.

And then people started noticing us.

Well, me.

Their eyes widened.

Some stopped talking mid-sentence. A few even dropped whatever they were doing. The atmosphere shifted. You could feel it. It was like the whole harbor took one collective breath.

It didn't take too long for the whispers to spread like wildfire.

“Is that…?”

“Could it be…?”

“That's Her Grace..!”

I suddenly became very aware of how I was walking, how I looked, and how I hadn't brushed my hair or bathed since dying.

‘Great.’

Zhongli, of course, didn't react to any of it. He just calmly led me through the crowd like this was nothing new to him.

Meanwhile, I was trying not to pass out from secondhand embarrassment.

Eventually, we stopped in front of a restaurant. It looked familiar, probably one of the places I used to teleport to for daily quests.

He turned to me. “You need food. Come. You'll feel better after you’ve eaten."

Honestly, he was right.

I nodded and followed him inside.

We walked in and… Yeah.

Every single head turned.

The whole restaurant went dead silent.

No one said a word. No one moved.

They just stared.

No one dared to come close, It was like they didn't know whether they should bow or run for the hills.

Honestly, if I was in their position, I wouldn't know either.

As we walked further in, I noticed someone was already seated at one of the tables. The second I saw her, I instantly knew who she was.

It was Hu Tao.

The eccentric funeral parlor director. Always smiling, and a little too comfortable with chaos. She had her signature coat on, and that hat of hers tilted just a little off-center.

Hu Tao looked up from her plate, blinked once, then tilted her head. Her eyes narrowed in curiosity… And then widened like she had just seen a ghost.

Well. Technically, she kinda had.

“Is that…” She muttered. Trying, and failing, to hide the disbelief on her face. Then she cleared her throat and straightened up, suddenly way more formal than I expected from her.

“Your Grace,” she said, bowing her head slightly. “It is an honor to be in your presence.”

…For a full two seconds.

Then she peeked up at me with a grin.

“Okay, I tried. But seriously, are you hungry? Do Creators eat regular food, or is it like… Divine mist or something?"

Zhongli sighed quietly beside me.

Hu Tao grinned. “What? It's not every day you meet the Creator in the flesh! Just trying to make a good impression!”

I wasn't sure whether to laugh or slowly back out of the restaurant.

We soon joined Hu Tao at her table, and not a minute later, a waitress timidly approached us, clearly trying her best not to look directly at me.

“W-Welcome, esteemed guests. Today's special is-”

“There's no need for menus.” Zhongli cut in, his voice calm but firm. “Bring us one of everything.”

Hu Tao choked on her tea.

“Everything?!” She blurted out, staring at him like he’d grown a second head.

The waitress shared the same expression before giving a stiff nod and quickly left toward the kitchen.

Zhongli, unfazed as always, simply nodded once again. “Yes.”

Then he turned to look at me. His gaze was quiet, but intense as he scanned over every little part of me. Like he couldn't believe I was real and sitting here in front of him.

“The Creator needs some nutrients in her body.” He said, completely serious.

Hu Tao leaned forward, eyes flicking between us.

“Oooh, so that's how it is.” She whispered dramatically. “You're spoiling her already, huh?”

I blinked.

“Wait, I didn't even ask for all-”

Hu Tao gasped. “Does the Creator not want the sacred lunch of a thousand blessings?”

“..It’s just food” I muttered, slumping back in my seat.

The food arrived quicker than I expected, and there was a lot of it.

Like, a small feast kind of a lot.

At first, I just stared at it. Then I picked up a pair of chopsticks, grabbed a bite, and-

My eyes widened.

“HOLY CRAP, this tastes so good!” I said, probably louder than I meant to.

It was like every flavor just exploded in my mouth. I didn't realize just how hungry I was until now. And as if my body had a mind of its own, I started to feast on the other dishes.

Hu Tao rested her elbow on the table, propped her chin on her hands and watched me like I was the most entertaining show she had seen.

“It’s like Your Grace was starving for centuries.” She said with a grin. “You eat like you just came back from the dead.”

I paused mid-bite.

She wasn't wrong. I didn't say anything though, I was too busy inhaling dumplings like they were air.

Even Zhongli looked quietly pleased, like seeing me eat was proof I was really here.

Hu Tao continues to just sit there, watching.

Her gaze kept flicking between me and Zhongli, like she was seeing something brand new, even though she had known him for years.

I guess it was different. His demeanor was different than anyone has ever seen before.

It wasn't just respectful or loyal, it was deeper than that. Almost soft even.

I caught her mumbling under her breath, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Mr Zhongli in his full devotion.."

Zhongli obviously heard it too, and he didn't miss a beat.

“I would do anything for my god.” He said, his voice steady and certain. Like it was the most obvious truth in the world.

Then suddenly, his full focus shifted to me.

Before I could react, he reached out and gently placed a hand under my chin. His thumb brushed near the corner of my mouth, wiping away.. something. A sauce stain? I don't even know anymore.

And then he tilted my head up, making me look directly at him..

I froze

My heart stuttered a little at the sudden closeness, and don't even get me started on the way he was looking at me, like I was something sacred.

And that word again.

God.

I don't think I'll ever get used to them calling me that. It still felt way too big and heavy for me to carry.

Flustered, I quickly pulled away and cleared my throat, trying to pretend like that didn't just send my soul into orbit.

“Thank you for the meal.” I said, focusing very hard on the table. “I feel much better now.”

Zhongli didn't say anything but I caught the slight flicker of disappointment on his face.

Still, he simply placed his hands on the table and stood up.

“Good.” He replied, voice steady.

Hu Tao, who had been watching us with the most smug little grin, finally spoke up again.

“So~ What will you do now that Your Holiness is here?” She asked, her tone playful but curious. “Got any grand plans? Maybe some divine destiny stuff?”

I swear, she was having the time of her life with this.

But I couldn't answer her right away, it was something I had been asking myself ever since I woke up in that temple. There were so many questions I wanted to ask.

‘Why was I brought here as their Creator?’

‘Was I supposed to help them somehow?’

Even if I was supposed to help, I don't even know the first thing about being a deity.

I was just… me.

For now, it felt safer to choose something simple. Something that has nothing to do with God powers or divine wisdom, or whatever else they were expecting from me.

“I think..” I said, glancing out the window, “I'd like to explore the city.”

Zhongli listened and gave a quiet nod. “Of course.”

Even without him saying it out loud, I could tell he wasn't exactly thrilled about letting me wander off.

He kept giving me the “I respect your decision but I'm internally spiraling” kind of look.

Still, he didn't argue. I mean, how do you even argue with your god?

Before the silence could stretch too long, Hu Tao shot to her feet with both arms in the air.

“Ah, you know…” She started, clearly trying to sound casual but her grin was already obvious. “Maybe Your Holiness would wanna visit my funeral parlor!”

I didn't give much thought about it before nodding, it was a start. Plus, I've been wanting to see the inside of the parlor anyway.

“Sure, lead the way.”

Hu Tao's face lit up like a lantern. Honestly, I don't think she expected me to agree that fast.

Before I could even change my mind, she was already heading out of the restaurant.

“You don't have to tell me twice!” She called, practically almost skipping toward the door.

I blinked, but quickly followed behind her. I mean, I did say I wanted to explore the city. I just didn't expect to start with a funeral parlor.

Behind me, Zhongli stood as well. He didn't say anything, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. Clearly he wasn't comfortable with the idea of leaving me alone with Hu Tao just yet. So, of course he followed.

Liyue Harbor looked totally different when you’re not staring at it from behind a screen.

The air smelled like spices and the sea breeze. There were voices everywhere as well. Merchants shouting over each other, the sound of children laughing, wheels clattering, bells ringing in the distance. Everything felt very much alive. And a little overwhelming.

Hu Tao led the way, practically bouncing through the crowd. Of course, people stared as we passed. Some whispered. Some bowed. A few just froze on the spot like their brain short-circuited.

“Wow, you're quite popular, Your Grace.” Hu Tao said, looking over her shoulder at me.

“Yeah, I noticed.” I muttered.

Zhongli walked silently beside me, a step behind but close enough that I could feel the weight of his presence. I wasn't sure if it was comforting or just adding to the pressure.

I kept my head down most of the way, pretending not to notice how people were practically still staring at me. One thing for sure that I certainly didn't feel like a god, I felt like someone who had walked onto a stage in pajamas.

“Anyway, this way!” Hu Tao called. “You're gonna love the funeral parlor.”

“...That's a weird sentence to say.” I mumbled under my breath.

Hu Tao pushed open the doors to the funeral parlor like she owned the place. Well, she did own the place, so I guess that tracked.

There were a few clients sitting inside and a couple of workers behind the counter. The second we walked in, every head turned.

All eyes landed on me.

I immediately felt the weight of their stares, and for a second, I kinda regretted agreeing to this. Maybe the funeral parlor wasn't the best place to start my “casual” city stroll.

One of the workers standing behind the counter looked like he had just seen a ghost. He blinked a few times, jaw slack, before managing to stammer out,

“Wh.. What-?”

“Oh yeah, it's fine.”

Hu Tao's voice cut in with her usual carefree energy as she suddenly appeared next to me, looping her arm around mine.

“Hey all! You're looking at the Creator of Teyvat!” She said with such pride, like she was announcing the arrival of royalty.

And just like that, the room exploded into hushed whispers.

“It can't be!”

“No way..”

“Is that really the Creator?!”

Some of the workers looked like they were about to pass out. There was excitement in their eyes, like they were witnessing a legend stepping into real life.

I leaned toward Hu Tao, whispering as quietly as I could, “Did you really have to announce it to everyone..?”

Hu Tao just grinned in response.

“I don't wanna keep anything a secret.” She casually said, like announcing a god in public was just normal behaviour here.

She unhooked her arm from mine and started walking ahead, waving her arms as she spoke.

“Look around! This is the funeral parlor I run here in Liyue.”

I followed her, trying to focus on what she was showing me, but I could still feel the stares from everyone around us. Some of them bowed or gave these half-nervous nods as we passed, mumbling things like, “Greetings, Your Holiness..”

I made sure to smile and nod back at each one, trying really hard to look approachable and not like someone who was barely holding it together inside.

No pressure, right?

As Hu Tao kept talking, something in the corner caught my eye. A catalog on display, filled with detailed sketches and designs of coffins.

Oddly enough, it drew me in. I stepped closer without thinking, flipping one of the pages.

Hu Tao noticed I’d wandered off and quickly joined me.

“Ah, yeah! Those are our coffin designs,” She said, pointing to the open catalog beside me. “And all the things that are included with each package. We've got options for every kind of departure.”

Her tone was casual, but I could tell she knew funeral business like the back of her hand. She gestured proudly to a section filled with sketches, carvings, and descriptions in neat columns.

“We’re known for the best coffins in all of Teyvat after all.” She added with a little puff pride.

I nodded, flipping through the pages and admiring the craftsmanship. Compared to the plain, boxy coffins I’d seen back when I was alive, these were way more intricate. The patterns, the shapes, even the materials, it all looked surprisingly beautiful.

“They all look so interesting.. And kind of pretty actually.” I murmured. “Only the best to send the dead to the afterlife, huh?”

Hu Tao grinned, placing a hand on her hip.

“Exactly! We want our customers to rest peacefully knowing they will be buried in style.”

She stood tall, clearly pleased with herself as she looked over at me. From somewhere in the background, I could hear some whispers from the employees again.

“She's really here..”

“I still can't believe it..”

As the whispers continued around the room, one of the clients suddenly rushed toward me.

“Wait! Please, wait! Your Holiness-”

He barely got the words out before Zhongli stepped forward, his voice sharp and steady.

“Keep your distance.”

That alone stopped the man in his tracks. He froze mid-step, gulped nervously and didn't even dare move any closer.

I could feel how tense Zhongli had gotten beside me.

So, gently, I reached out and placed a hand on his arm. It was a small gesture, but enough to tell him it was okay.

He glanced down at me, visibly reluctant, but eventually stepped back.

I turned to the client with a soft smile, trying to ease the tension in the air.

“Uh, is there something I could help you with?”

The man nodded, looking like he was using every ounce of courage just to stay standing.

“..Yes, Your Holiness.” He said shakily.

His voice trembled, but there was something else behind it. There was a mix of hope and desperation in his eyes. Like he was holding onto me like I was the last thread keeping everything from falling apart.

“You’ll… fix everything, right?”

That caught me off guard.

I blinked.

“Fix everything?"

He swallowed again, clearly intimidated by the way Zhongli was still watching him. But he pushed on.

“You’ll fix the monsters that roam in Liyue.. Bring back better harvest… And..”

He hesitated. Like whatever he wanted to say next was too heavy. Too personal. Or too much to ask. But eventually, he cleared his throat and continued.

“Also.. Bring back my daughter.”

His voice was quiet, but it cut deep through the air like a knife.

The desperation in it made the whole room fall silent.

I was expecting something simple like the first two things he said. Things that… I don't know, sounded flexible.

But this? This was different.

I stared at him, words caught in my throat.

‘Bring someone back from the dead?’

‘How was I supposed to respond to that?’

I just got here. I didn't even know if I had any powers to begin with. I barely understood what I was now.

A god?

A replacement?

Some mistake?

And this man was standing in front of me, eyes full of shattered hope, begging me for a miracle I couldn't give.

I opened my mouth to speak- Then closed it again.

He looked at me directly this time, pain clear in his expression.

“Well? Will you, Your Holiness?”

The tension in the room was unbearable. Even Hu Tao had gone quiet.

I looked down, my hand gripping the edge of the table beside me without even realizing it.

‘How could I say no without completely breaking him?’

“I… I'm sorry.” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don't think I can do that.”

The man stood there, stunned. But his desperation cracked through again.

“But isn't it the Creator's ability to bring back anything?” His voice was shaking. “A god.. shouldn't have limits.”

Thankfully, Zhongli stepped forward without hesitation, his tone low and sharp.

“It is disrespectful to question the words of the Creator.” He said, his eyes narrowing. “Do not let your grief cloud your reverence.”

The man immediately backed down, but the silence that followed was somehow even heavier. I felt like the air in the room had turned thick.

Everyone was staring.

Zhongli was defending me like I was divine, and this man had just asked me to prove it.

But I wasn't a god. Not really.

I could feel the pressure building in my chest. My heartbeat loud. My head spinning.

But a sudden tug, it was soft at first. Then it got stronger. Like something had reached into my soul and called me by my name.

I turned slightly before I even realized it, my gaze locking on some unseen point beyond the parlor.

The temple. I didn't know how, but I knew something was waiting for me there.

“I need to go back to the temple.” I said suddenly.

Zhongli stepped forward almost immediately. “I'll accompany you.”

I didn't say another word and gave a short nod before starting walking again. The weight of everyone's eyes stayed on my back the entire way out.

The closer I got to the temple, the stronger the feeling became.

It wasn't just a pull anymore, it was something deeper. Like an invisible string tugging at me, guiding me forward with a purpose I didn't understand.

Zhongli followed silently behind me, matching my pace without a word.

By the time the old temple doors came into view, my heart started to race. I stopped at the entrance, staring up at the structure I'd first woken up in.

That feeling appeared again. And I knew. I don't know how, but I knew.

I needed to be alone.

“I need to go in.. By myself.”

His brow furrowed instantly. “That may not be safe, Your Grace. If something happens-”

“I'll be okay.” I quietly said. “I just.. Have to.”

For a moment, he hesitated. I could see it in his face, every instinct telling him to protest, to stay and protect.

But then he slowly nodded. Albeit reluctantly.

“..Very well. I will remain nearby.”

I gave him a faint smile before pushing the doors open and stepping inside.

The temple was still and quiet when I stepped inside.

There was dust floating in the air, the sunlight coming through tall windows. I stood in the middle of the room, right where I had woke up hours ago.

But now… everything felt different.

The weird pull I felt earlier was stronger now. It was like something deep inside me was drawn to this place, like it needed me here.

My heart was racing, and yet, I wasn't scared.

I closed my eyes.

And then… The world went quiet.

Not silent. Still. Like time had stopped moving for a moment.

Then I heard it.

“You have returned.”

The voice wasn't loud. It didn't echo in the room.

The vision I saw from the leyline was vague, but familiar. I was almost certain the ruin I saw was from a domain that was tucked away behind some cliffs in the game. Most players skipped it, which was understandable considering there was no teleport waypoint nearby, and no real reason to visit it. 

A half-collapsed archway. A cliffside waterfall. A giant stone lodge into a cave wall, hiding the entrance.

“But it's weird how it doesn't appear on the map…” I muttered.

Zhongli glanced back. Pardon?”

“Ah- nothing. Just thinking out loud.” I quickly said.

He didn't press further, only a small nod. His gaze swept the horizon like he already knew where we were going.

The wind quickly picked up slightly as we moved deeper into the forested trail. It wasn't cold, but there was a pressure in the air I couldn't ignore. It felt like I was being watched, but not in a threatening way. More like.. I was being studied.

I stopped walking for a moment, glancing around the trees behind us.

Nothing.

Zhongli had paused as well, waiting patiently. “Is something the matter, Your Grace?”

“No, nevermind. I thought I heard something.” I replied, brushing it off before continuing forward.

Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that the mountains weren't entirely empty today.

As we continued walking, the trees grew thicker and the path was less defined. 

Zhongli slowed his steps, glancing around “Are you certain this is the place, Your Grace?” He asked, brow furrowed. “There are no records of any ruins out this far, not even from Liyue's oldest scrolls.”

I nodded, a little hesitant but almost sure “Yeah, I remember this part from when I used to… Uh study the terrain. It's hidden, so you wouldn't find it unless you knew exactly where to look.”

He gave me a long look, probably weighing how I could possibly know something even he didn’t. But he didn't argue.

We finally reached a dead end. A massive boulder sat wedged into the cave, almost like it was meant to hide whatever was behind it.. The ground felt different here, thicker with energy.. My chest felt tight just standing this close.

“This is it.” I said, stepping closer. “The ruin should be right behind that.”

Zhongli examined the boulder. “It appears to have been placed here intentionally.. To keep something out perhaps.”

With a deep breath, he summoned a focused surge of Geo energy. The boulder easily split, crumbling like dry bread. Soon, an opening formed, revealing the entrance of an ancient ruin.

The moment I stepped through the opening, the crystal I carried began to glow brighter than ever. Warm and soft, golden glow poured from it. It lit up the dark hallway ahead revealing walls lined up with cracked stones and overgrown roots.

Dust clung to every surface, but I could make out a few carvings on the walls. I stepped closer, brushing cobwebs aside as the crystal’s light bathed the mural. Lighting up what had long been forgotten.

It was a figure,towering over kneeling mortals, hands raised to the sky. Wings? A crown? I couldn't tell since the shape wasn't clear enough.

Zhongli moved beside me, gaze fixed on the mural. “Your likeness is etched into its foundations.”

“You think that’s me?” I asked quietly.

He gave a slow nod. “You are the Creator, the one worshipped since the earliest days of Teyvat.”

I didn't answer. Because something felt off.

The hallway stretched forward, long and silent. But as I moved deeper in the glow from the crystal gently illuminated the path. I turned my attention to the next mural. It showed the same divine figure, now accompanied by other shapes. Smaller, and more abstract. The Shades, maybe? Or the first elemental beings? I wasn't sure.

But the last mural caught my attention.

The divine figure was still there, but this time, surrounded by cracks. The sky above them looked almost broken. Something was falling. Collapsing. And below, people were running, fleeing.

“What do you think this one means?” I asked.

Before I could hear what Zhongli had to say, the voice suddenly chimed in.

“It was the beginning of the end.”

That was all it said. No further explanation. Just that. Again.

I stared at the carving for a long moment. My thoughts swirled, unease curling in my chest. There was more to this story. More to me. And this ruin was only the beginning.

We walked a little further into the quiet ruin. Just when I thought the place had nothing else to offer, something caught my eye, buried beneath the dust, tucked into an old pedestal.

It looked like a crystal fragment, but shaped deliberately. My fingers brushed over it. It wasn't jagged like the other leyline crystals I'd seen. This one was smooth, polished. 

“What is it?” Zhongli asked gently.

I held it up, watching it catch the faint light. “Looks like a key to me.”

Zhongli studied it, then gave a small nod. “Artifacts like these are rare. If it resonates with you, it may serve a greater purpose.”

I tucked it away in my pocket, deciding I'd figure it out later. The place had gone quiet again. No more murals, no more strange feelings pulling me forward. I turned back.

“Let's head out.”

By the time we returned to the temple, the sun had dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the stone steps.

I barely had time to step through the gates when a Millelith guard suddenly approached, clearly waiting for us.

“Your Holiness.” He addressed me, bowing low before lifting his head. “Lady Ningguang and several high officials of Liyue Harbor have requested a formal appearance. The people.. Well, they await your presence.”

I blinked. “Wait- What?”

Zhongli let out the softest breath beside me, something between a sigh and a chuckle.

The guard continued with practiced politeness. “There's been word of your arrival spreading through the city. Many believe a public address would bring them peace and clarity, Your Holiness.”

I looked at Zhongli, silently begging for help. But he only folded his hands calmly behind his back.

“It would be wise to acknowledge them. If only briefly.” He said.

I groaned inwardly. I came back from, apparently, a thousand year nap. Barely remembered anything about myself. Tripped over my own powers, twice. And now I was expected to stand in front of a crowd like some all-knowing divine figure?

“Alright, I'll be there…”

The guard straightened. “Noted, Your Holiness. I will inform Lady Ningguang that you’ll make your appearance shortly.”

With that, the Millelith quickly left.

After he left, I went back inside the temple while Zhongli stayed behind, most likely waiting in the main hall or the throne room or wherever important people were supposed to wait.

Now I was alone again. Great.

Inside the bedchamber, I stared hopelessly at the massive closet built into the wall. The moment I slid it open, I nearly gasped.

It was full.

Rows upon rows of robes and garments, folded silks and hanging pieces in gold and white, and ancient celestial patterns. Some looked so elaborated, I was afraid they'd crumble if I breathed near them. Others were so elegant, they practically screamed divine royalty.

And I had no idea how to wear any of them.

Ignoring how clean the closet was, I picked up one that shimmered faintly in the light. Then another, more tailored one that looked like it belonged on a porcelain statue. I sighed, sitting down in defeat.

“How can I be a divine figure if I don't even know how to dress like one..”

“Lucky for you-” A familiar voice chimed behind me. “I do!”

I turned, nearly jumping out of my skin.

“Hu Tao?! What are you doing here??”

She grinned, holding up something bundled in her arms. “I may have heard there'd be a little ‘public moment’ today. So I brought you something~”

She casually walked in and proudly unfolded the robe she was holding. It was clearly a traditional Liyuen robe, rich red with elegant gold embroidery, a modernized but ceremonial cut that was much more manageable than the closet full of ancient fashion relics.

“Tadaa~ This one's based on Liyue’s ceremonial robes. Fancy, but not too old-school. It even has room to breathe so you don't faint in front of everyone.”

I stared at it for a moment. “How- Or why do you even have this?”

“Just being prepared. You're the Creator. You can't just show up dressed like a confused ghost.”

I stepped behind the ornate folding screen, holding the robe Hu Tao had given me. I looked down at it in my hands, as beautiful as I was, I was beginning to realize how complicated it looked.

I took off my hoodie before starting with one sleeve, then the other. I wasn't even sure which part went where. Was the sash supposed to go under or over this second layer? Why were there so many pieces anyway?

After a solid minute of trying, and failing to make any of it look remotely wearable, I let out a long sigh and stared at the bundle in my arms.

“Is this why royalty always had people dress them?” I muttered under my breath. “Because this is actually impossible.”

I peeked around the edge of the screen, just enough to see Hu Tao casually flipping through the robes in the closet.

She noticed my gaze and looked up at me. “Need a hand, Your Grace?”

I hesitated. “No….. Well, yes. Maybe..”

She grinned, clearly expecting that answer all along. “You could've just asked. Even the mighty Creator is allowed to get stuck in a tangle of fabric.”

I gave her a weak smile as she stepped behind the screen with me.

“Don't worry.” She said, gently taking the robe from me. “I've helped grannies into burial silks before. This is nothing.”

“..How comforting.”

She giggled, and soon, with her guiding hands, the robe finally came together. The folds sat neatly, the layers aligned, and the sash actually looked like it was supposed to be there.

“There.” She said, adjusting the final knot. “Now you look like a proper divine figure.”

“Thanks, Hu Tao.” 

“Anytime. Now sit, Your Grace. I've got some Liyue glam to add.”

With Hu Tao's help, my makeup and hair wear was done in no time. I had no idea how she managed to turn a face that had been confused and dirt-smudged yesterday into something that actually looked… Refined.

By the time we returned to the main hall of the temple, I spotted Zhongli standing near the steps, hands clasped behind his back as usual.

He looked up when he heard our footsteps, and then froze.

His golden eyes slightly widened. He said nothing, but I caught the brief pause, the flicker in his expression before he composed himself again.

Hu Tao, naturally, noticed it too.

“Oooooh~” She whispered near my ear. “Mr Zhongli’s so stunned, you'd think he saw the Geo Archon’s ghost.”

“I did not.” He said calmly, but the faintest curve of a smile gave him away. “You look.. Radiant, Your Grace.”

I tried not to sink into my robe. “Thanks. I had help.”

Hu Tao grinned proudly. 

As they prepared to escort me to the city gates. Y’know, for the formal entrance and all. I stared at the long walk ahead and sighed.

“..Do I really have to walk the whole way?”

Zhongli raised a brow. “It is tradition, Your Grace. The people are expecting-”

“Yeah, yeah.” I waved a hand dismissively, then a thought came to mind. “Or… I could just teleport there.”

“...Pardon?”

Turning on my heel, I jogged down the temple path, robe slightly swishing around my ankles, until I stopped in front of a teleport waypoint near the temple.

Once both Hu Tao and Zhongli caught up to me, I grabbed Hu Tao's wrist and reached for Zhongli’s sleeve. He blinked, clearly unsure what I was about to do, but obligingly stepped closer and rested his hand lightly on my arm.

I placed my hand on the waypoint, focusing on Liyue Harbor. Somewhere open, but not too far from the crowd. The waypoint’s energy responded in an instant, humming beneath my skin.

Flash.

The world snapped.

And we reappeared right in the middle of Liyue Harbor.

Gasps rippled through the plaza.

Someone dropped a tray. A merchant stumbled backward. The Millelith, who had clearly been preparing for a majestic ceremonial entrance, looked like their souls left their bodies.

“Her Holiness just appeared?!”

“I thought there was gonna be a parade or something...”

“..Was that in the schedule?”

Hu Tao doubled over with laughter.

I blinked at the stunned crowd, cheeks warming slightly by the sudden attention. “..Maybe I should've picked a quieter spot.”

Zhongli let out a long, suffering breath beside me. “Your Grace.. You continue to defy expectations.”

“Thanks, I try.”

Eventually, the Millelith regained their footing, mentally and physically.

The moment they realized what had happened, they rushed forward, forming a tight perimeter around us before the crowd could fully swarm. It didn't stop the hushed murmurs and awestruck gazes, but at least it gave me room to breathe.

“We should move quickly.” One of the guards said, voice low but urgent. “Before word spreads and the crowd doubles.”

Zhongli nodded. “Lead the way.”

Flanked by the Millelith, I was quickly escorted away from the plaza. Hu Tao gave the lingering crowd a playful wave, while I tried not to trip over my own robe.

Zhongli and Hu Tao walked a step behind me as the Millelith escorted us toward the Yujing Terrace. I kept my head high, even if my stomach was doing backflips. My heels clicked steadily against the stone. If I looked confident, maybe I would start feeling it too.

The Qixing were already waiting when I entered.

Ningguang stood in the center, flawless as always. Keqing was off to the side, arms folded, eyes sharp. Ganyu looked like she wanted to smile but wasn't sure if now was the right time. The tension was obvious.

“Your Grace.” Ningguang greeted with a respectful dip of her head. “Thank you for coming.”

I nodded. “Of course.”

Keqing tilted her head slightly. “You arrived.. Rather abruptly.”

“I like efficiency.” I said, totally bluffing. “Why waste time with grand stairs?”

Hu Tao barely held in a snort behind me.

Zhongli cleared his throat.

Ningguang offered a faint smile. “In that case, I hope you don't mind a brief meeting before your appearance. We'd like to… Align expectations.”

I blinked. “Expectations?”

“You are a figure of immense importance now.” Keqing added, her tone still carefully neutral. “Even if you don't wish to involve yourself in politics, your presence alone will shift the balance of power. The people look to you. They will hang on your words.”

“Also, there have been.. Conversations since your return.” Ningguang continued. “Some are hopeful. And some are skeptical."

Keqing cut in. “And some are calling you a false god.”

My lips twitched, not in offence, but amusement. “Good. That means they're thinking for themselves.”

That threw them off for a second. Ganyu blinked. Keqing raised an eyebrow.

“I didn't come here expecting blind devotion.” I continued. “If people have doubts, let them. It won't change who I am.”

Zhongli, bless him, remained quiet but firm beside me, like a shadow that dared anyone to challenge me.

Ganyu’s stance shifted slightly. “Still, people expect something from you, Your Grace.”

“People always do.” I said. 

Ningguang's expression finally cracked into something more thoughtful. “Clarity is all we ask. Even the illusion of certainty can be a powerful stabilizer.”

“Then consider this.” I said, taking a step forward. “I'm not here to fix everything overnight. I'm not here to play god. I'm here to make sure the world doesn't fall apart. That’s all you need to know.”

The room was quiet again, less tense now. It was more.. Considering.

Behind me, Hu Tao let out a quiet, “Oho~ Very commanding today, Your Grace.”

Maybe I didn't know what I was doing, but I was going to look like I did.

The square was packed.

From the moment we stepped outside, the energy in the air shifted, thick with expectations. I could hear whispers ripple through the crowd like wind brushing across water.

“There she is…”

“She really does look like the statues…”

“She doesn't seem that powerful.”

“Quiet! Show some respect to Her Holiness.”

Zhongli was on one side of me, composed as ever. Hu Tao on the other hand, was practically vibrating with excitement. I stood on the stone steps overlooking Liyue Harbor. My heart thudding under my ribs. So many eyes, so many expectations.

I took a deep breath and stepped forward. My voice was calm, but my palms were already starting to sweat.

“It's true I've returned after a long time.” I said, careful not to say how long, because even I didn't know.

“Things have changed and there's much I need to relearn about this world.”

‘And myself.’

Murmurs rippled through the crowd, but I kept going.

“But rest assured, I haven't forgotten my purpose here.”

The murmurs died down as I looked over the gathered crowd. I wasn't used to attention, much less worship, but the way they looked at me. Hopeful, reverent, desperate. Reminded me that even if I didn't feel like a god to them, I already was.

“The path ahead may be unclear, but I've already taken the first step. And I promised to restore what was lost.”

I gave a nod and stepped back. Confident enough to hold their hope, honest enough to be true to myself.

As soon as I stepped back from the platform, I let out a quiet breath I hadn't realized I was holding. The weight of hundreds of eyes faded from my shoulders, replaced by a dull buzz of relief and exhaustion.

The murmuring crowd hadn't erupted into cheers or panic. Just quiet awe and curiosity, that was good enough for me.

Keqing stepped forward next, her voice sharp and clear as she addressed the people.

“The Creator's presence is a sign of new balance in Liyue.” She started. “While many questions remain unanswered for now, the Qixing will ensure that all necessary support is given. Both to Her Holiness and to the people.

Ganyu stepped up beside her, her tone was soft but no less firm.

“Let today mark the beginning of a new chapter. May Liyue continue to thrive under the guidance of Her Holiness.”

The Millelith saluted in unison. The crowd bowed again.

I stood quietly to the side, Hu Tao playfully nudging me with a grin. Zhongli didn't say anything, but I could feel the warm glance he sent my way.

“And how do you know me??”

“Also, how are you even talking to me.. In my head???

The question just spilled out, one after another. I was too freaked out to stop myself. But even through the panic, I forced myself to stay calm.

Just barely though.

Then I felt it. Something… light. Like amusement. The voice chuckled gently, not unkind, but like it had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

“Ah, don't be afraid.” It said softly. “I know exactly who you are.”

Another soft laugh followed. It felt warm, not mocking, but like they found my reaction kind of… cute.

Which honestly made this situation even weirder.

“You were sent away for your own protection.”

The words echoed through me. Calm, clear, but heavy.

“When the world began to fall, your presence was hidden. Your soul was sent beyond reach.”

I didn't fully understand. “Sent where?”

“To a place far from this one. Far enough that nothing here could find you. Until now…”

I felt like I was hearing the answer to a question I didn't know I had been asking.

“So, you're saying… I died, and now I'm just- What? Back?”

Another chuckle.

“You did not die. You were returned.”

My head started to spin. Nothing made sense.

And yet, deep down, some part of me believed every word.

“Returned to do what exactly?” I quietly asked.

The voice paused for a moment before continuing.

“To finish what was left undone.”

“To restore what has fallen out of balance.”

“You are not here by accident. You were created for this.”

My throat felt dry. I didn't even know what to say.

“The world remembers. Even if the skies do not.”

“And soon, you will remember too.”

I didn't notice it at first, but I quickly realized my hands were shaking. Not a lot. Just a little.

I didn't say anything right away. I didn't even know what to say.

Everything the voice said kept echoing in my head on loop.

I was created.

I was sent away.

And now I'm back. And supposed to fix everything..?

I swallowed hard and looked down at my hands. They looked the same. I felt the same

But nothing about this was normal anymore.

I wasn't freaking out, but I was quietly spiraling.

What was I even supposed to do now?

“This world has drifted too far from what it was meant to be.”

The voice continued, echoing softly in my head again. It was calm, warm even. But there was something behind it. Something big. Ancient.

I blinked, trying to hold on to every word.

“Your duty is not to rule, but to realign. To guide what has lost its way.”

“What if I don't know how?” I asked quietly.

“You will learn soon enough.”

“Your presence alone is enough to start the process.”

My chest tightened.

I didn't even know what I was doing, or why people kept calling me their god. And now, apparently just existing here was going to change things?

“You are tied to the systems beneath this world. Your voice, your will. They carry the weight. Even if you don't feel it just yet.”

“So… I have powers?”

“Yes. They are incomplete, but slowly awakening.”

“You may feel it through instinct at first. A reaction to danger. Emotion. Need.”

Somehow, that part scared me more than I expected.

Because I didn't remember anything. Not from whatever I was before. Just the person I was back home.

Just… me.

The voice had gone quiet. Like it had said everything it needed to, for now. The silence felt heavier than before, but it wasn't in a bad way. More like the air was just waiting for something.

I sat down, right in the middle of the temple floor. I didn't really need to think about it. I just needed to sit down, needed the weight off my legs. Off everything.

My hands rested on my knees, fingers slightly curled. I stare down at the marble floor beneath me.

It was cold. Still dusty and cold. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to feel.

The voice said I have powers, but nothing felt different. I didn't feel divine. I didn't feel like the chosen one.

I just felt tired.

But then, a faint warmth spread across my palm.

I looked down and my eyes widened at the sight. There was a soft golden glow, barely visible. Like the light was catching on something just beneath the surface.

However, it quickly faded. Gone as fast as it came. But it was there.

I didn't know what it meant.

But it was something.

I stepped out of the temple, trying to clear my head from all that info dump I received. The sunlight hit my face, and I took a deep breath, like I had been holding it for hours.

Just beside the doors, Zhongli was still there, waiting.

He looked over as I approached him, his expression was calm, but I could tell he was carefully studying me. He probably felt something shift in there, even if I didn’t say anything.

“I just needed some air.” I said quietly.

He gave a small nod. “Understandable."

We stood there in silence for a bit. I watched the clouds drift across the sky, trying to pretend I didn't just have a god-voice explaining my purpose to me like I was part of some divine system update or something.

After a moment, I glanced back at him.

“...Hey, what is it like to control Geo?”

He turned his head toward me, slightly surprised by the question.

“You wish to understand the element?”

“Uhh, yep.”

Zhongli quietly listened for a moment before nodding.

“Geo is a steady, grounded force.” He said. “It does not move like Hydro or dance like Pyro. It endures and listens.”

I blinked. “It listens…?”

He nodded. “It responds to purpose. Intention. A firm will.”

I thought about that glow on my hand earlier. That warmth.

I didn't know what I was doing. But maybe it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot.

I looked down at my hand again. I didn't feel anything special. No power buzzing under my skin. No glowing symbols. Nothing.

Still, I took a deep breath and focused, trying to remember what Zhongli said.

Intention. Purpose. And a firm will.

I didn't know if I had any of that right now. But I closed my eyes.

I held out the palm of my hand. Picturing the ground beneath me. Imagining it shifting, rising on my command. Not too much, just something solid. Something real.

For a second, nothing happened.

I was about to give up. But then, a soft rumble under my feet, like the earth exhaled.

I opened my eyes and saw a few small pieces of stone had pushed their way out of the ground, forming a rough shape. It kinda looked like a small pillar, or maybe a jagged chunk of rock trying to be useful.

I stared at it, then at my hand.

‘Seriously? That’s it?’

A quiet sigh slipped from me as I straightened up.

“That didn't feel very godly..” I muttered.

Zhongli, who had been standing a few steps away, finally spoke.

“Powers like yours… Does not awaken all at once.”

I looked over at him

He took a step forward, hands behind his back. “It has slumbered for far too long. Needless to say, it will take some time to return to its full strength again.”

“Right…” I said, not sure if I believed it.

“If you would allow me, Your Grace.” He continued, his voice as calm as ever. “I’d be honored to help you regain control of Geo.”

I blinked at him. “You’d teach me?”

He gave a soft nod. “It is the least I could do. After all, this element originates from you. I am merely its wielder.”

Something about the way he said it felt too formal, but also weirdly reassuring.

“Alright.” I finally said. “Let's give it another try.”

It felt like hours had passed. And yet, still no giant rock pillars. No flashy golden shields. Just more and more sad chunks of stone that crumbled faster than my patience.

I clenched my fist and let out a breath, trying to calm the bubbling irritation. The more I pushed, the more it felt like nothing was responding. The ground didn't shake, the air didn't shift. It was just quiet.

Zhongli, who had been silently observing, finally spoke.

“Perhaps you're forcing it too much, Your Grace.” He gently said as he stepped closer. “Geo isn't about brute strength. It is about endurance. The patience to stand unmoving, even as the world changes around you.”

I stare at him for a moment before looking back down at my hands. Still felt like a regular pair of hands to me.

“Right…” I mumbled. “Endurance and patience. Got it.”

I took a deep breath and knelt, pressing my hand flat against the ground like he showed me earlier.

This time, I didn't think about summoning power. I didn't think about doing anything.

I just… Listened.

The silence stretched on, but it didn't feel empty this time. There was a rhythm to it. A slow pulse beneath the ground. Faint and steady.

I exhaled softly and let my thoughts quiet down.

And then, slowly but barely noticeable at first, the ground shifted. A smooth stone pillar, no taller than my knee, rose in front of me. It wasn't much, but it was solid this time.

My eyes widened. “I actually did it…”

Zhongli’s expression softened. “You're beginning to hear it.”

Just as I was about to stand up and take a better look at what I made, I heard it again.

“Well done, my child.”

That voice again.

It echoed gently in my head, warm and smooth like silk, but it still caught me off guard. I tensed up without meaning to.

A praise? From them?

I didn't think I did that well.

“Your Grace, are you alright?” Zhongli’s voice snapped me out of it.

I blinked and quickly nodded, brushing the dirt off my hands like nothing happened. “Yeah.. Just spaced out for a second.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but didn't push it. Thank Archons.

I turned back to the small stone pillar and pressed my palm to the ground again, letting the motion repeat.

Once. Twice. Then again.

It wasn't perfect, but I wanted to get used to the feeling. How the earth responded. How it moved when I was still and patient enough to listen.

The voice was quiet this time, but I could still feel that lingering warmth. And somehow, it made me want to try harder.

Even if I wasn't some all-powerful god right now, I could still learn.

Maybe another few hours had passed, I finally let out a heavy sigh and sat back on the grass. My arms ached, and my fingers were starting to get sore from pressing into the dirt over and over.

The training was fine, nothing groundbreaking. Just more pillars and rocks. Still, I could tell I was starting to get the rhythm of it. How the element moved with me, not just because of me.

Zhongli stood nearby, as calm and unreadable as always. “You've made some progress, Your Grace.” He said. “It may not seem like much now, but foundation is everything.”

I nodded, not really in the mood to talk. My thoughts were already somewhere else.

Back at the temple.

As I sat back up, that same tug I felt earlier in my chest, it was faint but still there. Like something was quietly calling for me again.

I glanced at Zhongli. “I think I'm going to head back to the temple for a bit.”

He looked at me, concerned. “Will you be alright on your own, Your Grace?”

“I'll be fine, I just need.. A moment to clear my head.”

There was a small pause, but eventually he gave a small nod. “Very well. Should anything happen, call my name.”

I nodded before making my way back toward the temple.

As I got closer to the temple, the air felt different. Heavier. Quieter. Like the world itself stopped moving.

And that tug in my chest? It grew stronger with every step.

The moment I stepped inside the temple, the silence welcomed me like an old friend. The faint pull that led me here had quieted, but something in me still buzzed.

Then, that familiar voice returned. Warm. Calm. And all-knowing.

“Welcome back.”

I stopped walking. My eyes scanned the same dark interior. The dust still clung to the corners, and the floor beneath me still felt worn from time.

“You're still here.” I said, not sure if I was relieved or overwhelmed.

“I never left. This place, this temple, it was built for you. In your absence, it waited. Just like I did.”

I took a slow deep breath as I walked further in. My eyes landed on a wall I hadn't looked at before. One with faint carving etched into it. Faded details of figures, wings, shapes I didn't understand.

“What is this?”

“It is what remains of your story. Preserved in stone.” The voice answered.

I turned to look at another wall. A figure standing over a field, hands outstretched and surrounded by people bowing low.

I blinked. “Is that supposed to be.. Me?”

“You were called the Lightbearer.” The voice said, almost nostalgic. “Not because you commanded the light, but because people believed you brought hope. Even when the world began to fall apart.”

I stared at the cravings a little longer, a strange tightness forming in my chest. “But I don't remember any of this.”

"You're not supposed to. Your soul was sent far, far away for your safety. Your memories were left behind with me. That burden was mine to keep.”

I didn't know what to say, so I kept walking.

Near one of the pillars stood something that looked like a ceremonial pedestal. Cracked, but still standing along with a few symbols carved into its base.

“Was this important?”

“Offerings were left here. Not of gold or gems, but music, poetry, even feathers. They believed you preferred the gentle gifts of the world over the opulence of kings.”

A laugh escaped me before I even realized it. “That sounds like something I'd do.”

“You were different from the others.” The voice agreed. “That's why they followed you.”

Another wall. Another mural. But this one was much darker. The figure was still there, assuming that was me. But the people were scattering. Some in chains. Some turning into.. Monsters?

“What happened here?”

A pause.

“That was the beginning of the end.”

That was all it said.

I waited, expecting more, but the silence that followed felt deliberate. Like the voice wasn't just being vague. It was choosing not to tell me.

My hand slowly dropped from the wall.

“Right…” No point in pushing it now. I've seen enough for today.

But as I turned to leave, the mural still lingered in my mind. More than the others had.

The next day came quietly.

I was already outside, sleeves rolled up, standing on the dry land where cracked bits of Geo constructs still littered the ground from yesterday's failed attempts.

Zhongli stood nearby, as calm and composed as always. He never once scolded me for my slow progress, but I could tell he was hoping for more.

I took a deep breath, focusing my energy like before.

A rumble stirred beneath my feet. This time, a small jagged Geo pillar pushed itself from the ground. It stood awkward for a few seconds before collapsing with a dull thud.

Zhongli scanned my poor attempt at making a pillar before nodding. “Your control is improving. Slowly, but steadily. You mustn't rush power meant to shape the land itself.”

“Easy for you to say.” I mumbled, brushing the dust off my hands. “You've had thousands of years to master it.”

He smiled faintly. “Even gods must learn.”

Before I could try again, the sound of soft footsteps and hush voices drifted through the air. And we both turned toward the temple's gate.

At the edge of the stairs stood a small group of people. Locals, dressed in simple robes, each holding something in their hands.

Fruits. Flowers. Folded paper charms. A woven talisman.

Offerings.

Zhongli stepped forward instinctively, but I gently raised a hand to stop him.

The oldest among them bowed deeply. “Your Holiness… We ask for nothing in return. We only wish to thank you for returning to us.”

I didn't know what to say. Part of me still didn't believe I was this person they thought I was.

A god. A creator.

But I nodded slowly, trying to offer something back. “Thank you.”

They left the offerings carefully near the base of the temple steps before quietly retreating. Not a single one dared to meet my eyes too long. It felt like… Reverence. But also fear.

Zhongli watched them leave. “It seems words spreads quickly in Liyue. And belief spreads even faster.”

I exhaled and turned back toward the empty training ground.

“I think I like it better when no one knew…”

Not sure how much time had passed.

Zhongli, who had been guiding me for a while now, pointed out how to focus on the flow of Geo energy. How to anchor myself to the earth beneath me, all that. Not gonna lie, hearing him talk about it made it sound way easier than it actually was.

I was trying again when a voice suddenly cut through the silence.

“Pardon my interruption.”

Both Zhongli and I turned around, and immediately noticed someone approaching, accompanied by two people in standard Knight of Favonius uniform.

I quickly recognized the man leading them. He had pale blonde hair and strange, bright eyes, like they glowed from the inside.

“I hope this is not an inconvenience, Your Grace.” He said politely. “I am Albedo, Chief Alchemist of Mondstadt and representative of the Knights.”

Zhongli glanced at him and gave a faint nod of acknowledgment. He didn't look surprised. Of course he didn't.

“I was sent here on official business.” Albedo continued. Then he turned slightly toward the knights. “You may wait outside. I won't be long.”

The two knights hesitated, glancing at me, then Zhongli, then back at Albedo. But eventually, they nodded and stepped back, giving us privacy.

“I assume you already know who I am.” I said, trying to keep my tone light.

“Yes.” He replied. “Though I must admit, seeing you in person is… Different.”

He studied me for a moment, not like I was deity, but like I was a riddle he had just been handed to.

“There's something I wanted to speak to you about.” He said, lowering his voice just slightly. “Not as a Knight, but as a researcher.”

I raised an eyebrow.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a small crystal. The moment he held it up, it began to pulse faintly. Almost like it was reacting to something, or someone.

“The leylines.” He said. “They have been reacting strangely lately. And I believe it began the moment you returned.”

Zhongli remained quiet beside me, arms crossed as he scanned the crystal in Albedo’s hand.

“I didn't want to bring it up in front of my companions.” Albedo went on. “Since they might misunderstand. But from what I've studied.. The world has started to respond to something. Or someone. And the response is increasing.”

I looked at the crystal again. The pulse was slow but steady, like a heartbeat.

A heartbeat that felt… Familiar.

“If you happen to sense anything, Your Grace.” He said. “Or experience anything unusual, even if it is faint, please let me know. It may help us both understand what's coming.”

I blinked, still watching the soft pulse from the crystal.

“Where did you even get something like that?” I asked.

Albedo turned the crystal slightly in his palm, its glow mirroring veins of gold.

“It's a modified Geo-reactive core, extracted from a dormant leyline rift in Dragonspine.” He explained. “I enhanced it to detect temporal irregularities and leyline surges. Oddly enough, it's been pulsing ever since I arrived in Liyue.”

Zhongli, who had been listening silently beside, finally spoke. “You say it came from Dragonspine?”

“Yes. Though it was buried quite deep.. Well, beyond standard digging levels.” Albedo replied, his gaze shifting thoughtfully between the two of us. “It only activated recently… Around the same time word of the Creator's return reached Mondstadt.”

Zhongli crossed his arms, his brows knitting faintly. “The resonance between Dragonspine and the leyline network in Liyue is subtle but not impossible. Still, for it to respond so drastically…”

“Which is why I brought it here.” Albedo added. “It’s clear the pulse centers around this region.”

I looked between them, feeling more and more like I had accidentally walked into a very intense research meeting. Still, part of me couldn't stop staring at that glow. The heartbeat. Like something deep in the world had been stirred awake.

Or maybe…