War of the Archons

Bloodshed. Despair. Death. Hundreds of years passed, but the war continued. All of Teyvat was plunged into chaos and disorientation as bloodthirsty Archons mercilessly slaughtered one another, blinded by their lust for power. Buildings collapsed, mortal screams and guttural groans of pain echoed, the air filled with rubble and the stench of blood. The real war had only just begun. This battle was accompanied by food shortages, a housing crisis, and mortals who had never truly learned the meaning of "freedom. "

The treacherous battlefield was a blur of destruction and fire. The shockwaves from the Archons' countless blasts of elemental power could knock people off their feet. Morax, Barbatos, Baal, Rukhadevata, Mavuika, and countless other Archons fought for the seven thrones of Teyvat.

As dusk fell, the ruined plain sank into rare, fleeting hours of silence, illuminated by moonlight and darkness. Amidst the pale lilies and qingxin, uninhabited corpses exuded the metallic scent of blood. Somewhere, mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters waited in vain as the moon continued to shine. These bodies, now food for birds, were once weak mortals caught in the crossfire, playing stick games in courtyards and laughing at each other's absurd stories. Their clouded eyes and bloodied limbs lay motionless. To join their ancestors, their souls had long since departed this world.

In the unearthly moonlight, you stood in a deserted place, far from the destruction and bloodshed. Peace was a rare sight, as all of Teyvat was plunged into chaos. The night was silent until a twig snapped underfoot.