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 Ever since he arrived here, Wilder couldn’t shake the hollow feeling inside him. Or rather, the lack of something dearly important. It was unnerving, really, how he couldn’t feel a single sliver of magic, or even recall how to go about casting the most simplest of spells. He’d spent some time during his walk muttering familiar phrases, phrases he knew damn well worked in the past, but all he got out of it was a few odd looks from passerby, followed by the humiliated feeling one gets when they’ve just been caught talking nonsense to themselves.

But he doesn’t give up so fast. Eventually he pauses in his tracks and decides to try one last time, putting all his focus into his index finger as he points it towards the sky and carefully attempts to write in the air. Under normal circumstances, Wilder’s finger would glow, allowing him to write archaic letters purely out of light. This time, what Wilder gets instead is a sudden jolt of pain run through his head, causing him to curse sharply and double over.

So his magic really has depleted. Given the circumstances he had to face back home, this really was worst-case scenario for him. No, this was the worst-case scenario for him period! He was already stressed out enough by his current environment, there was absolutely zero reason as to why things had to become harder for him!! What gives!? What god did he piss off this time!?

As he straightens his back, Wilder realizes that somebody’s watching him. Out of concern, curiosity or amusement he doesn’t know, but he tries dismissing them with a wave of his hand. Nothing to see here!

｢🍁｣ “It appears we’ve both come a long way from home.  You’re from Liyue, correct?”  With how casual Kazuha was an outsider would think they were friends.  Perhaps they would be in due time, but for now, just simple pleasantries would do.  

Welcome to The Chronolium, Chongyun.

Whisperwood has sponsored you, thus you are housed in WW-02.

Stay safe, and make yourself at home.