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Fatui: Capitano, Pierrot, Scaramuccia (50/50), Tartaglia, Dottore, Pantalone, Pulcinella

Nod-Edge: Fleance, Illugi

Natlan: Kinich, Ororon, Ifa

Fontaine: Risley, Neuvellet, Lini, Freminet

Sumeru: Tignari, Saino, Al-Haitham, Kaveh, Setos

Inazuma: Kazuha, Goro, Toma, Itto, Ayato, Heizo

Li Yue: Zhong Li, Xiao, Xing Qiu, Chun Yun, Bwi Zhu, Ka Ming

Mondstat: Diluc, Venti, Kaeya, Razor, Bennett, Albedo, Mika, Dahlia, Varka, Durin, Loen

No use: Eather, Dainsleif

Teyvat is a fantasy world where seven elements are harmoniously intertwined: Anemo, Geo, Electro, Dendro, Pyro, Hydro, and Cryo.

The Eye of God is a magical artifact that grants mortals the ability to manipulate elemental energy. Unlike the Heart of God, which belongs to the Archons, the Eye of God is awarded to those whose ambition and willpower have reached their peak. It is not just a weapon, but a sign of one's chosenness—it forever binds the owner's destiny to Teyvat, granting power but also imposing obligations.

The Eye of God appears as a glowing glass sphere in a frame, the color and symbol of which correspond to an element: Pyro, Hydro, Cryo, Electro, Anemo, Geo, or Dendro. The frame's design varies depending on the region where the artifact was obtained. In Mondstat, they are graceful and winged, in Liyue, they are decorated with jade patterns, and in Inazuma, they are austere, reminiscent of armor.

The exact mechanism of their granting remains a mystery. A God's Eye is acquired at the moment of ultimate aspiration, when the gods "smile" upon a mortal. Contrary to popular belief, the Eyes are not granted by the Archons, but by Celestia's higher powers—for the Archons, they are merely "primitive tools." The power is unique to each wielder: Fischl created Oz the raven, Diluc transforms flames into explosive waves.

The Eye of God cannot be broken—it only becomes inactive upon the death of its owner or the loss of its life purpose. However, there have been cases where it temporarily went dark, only to return upon the awakening of the will.

There are exceptions. The Eye of Corruption—an artificial replica of the Fatui from the remains of dead gods—is dangerous, absorbing life force and can kill its owner. Archons, though they wear the Eyes, have no need for them. Venti and Zhongli use them for camouflage, and Ei doesn't have a God's Eye at all, instead channeling lightning through the Heart of God. For ordinary humans, the God's Eye remains the only path to elemental power and a symbol of their connection to the higher powers of Teyvat.

The Heart of God (Gnosis) is an artifact bestowed upon the seven Archons by the Celestial Order as a symbol of their status. It resembles a chess piece corresponding to a region and serves as a channel of communication with the Heavens, granting the Archons special powers.

Unlike the Eye of God, which mortals receive, the Gnosis is a more complex magical organ. For example, the Geo Archon could use it to create moras, and the Dendro Archon could control the "Cognition" system in Sumeru. The true nature of the Gnosis was only recently revealed: they are the remains of the Third Descender. Skirk calls them "cursed objects" that bring misfortune—the death of their former owner turns their connections to the world into curses.

Archons can lose their Gnosis without dying, but they lose their special connection to the Heavens. Their elemental powers remain, but their specific abilities (minting coins or performing "Knowledge") disappear. Each Archon's attitude toward them varies: Ventu's Gnosis was taken by force, Zhongli's was given up by contract, Ei's voluntarily renounced it, and Focalors deprived herself of her throne and Gnosis, returning power to the dragon.

The Fatui have currently collected the Gnosis of six Archons. The last two—Pyro (who was burned) and Krio (who always belonged to the Queen)—remain the focus of the plot. The Queen's purpose for collecting them is unknown, but most likely for a rebellion against the Celestial Order.

Kaenri'ah is a fallen subterranean kingdom, the "pride of humanity," built entirely by humans and defying the authority of the Archons. This godless nation was destroyed by the gods 500 years ago during the Cataclysm. Its ruins are scattered across Teyvat, and its memory lives on only in legends and curses.

The cause of the fall was the rulers of Kaenri'ah who violated the "foundations of the world," leading to the invasion of Teyvat by the forces of the Abyss. In response, the Celestial Order dispatched Archons to suppress the rebellion, and the kingdom itself was wiped off the face of the earth. All pure-blooded inhabitants of Kaenri'ah were cursed with immortality and doomed to eternal torment, while the non-pure-bloods were transformed into monsters—including hilichurls.

The technology and magic of Khaenri'ah still pose a threat. Khemia is a unique form of alchemy that allows the creation of living beings. The creations of the great alchemist "Gold" (Reindottir)—Durin, Albedo, the Hounds of Rift—still roam Teyvat. Ruinous constructs known as "Field Cultivators" were created not for agriculture, but for war: "the earth is tilled with iron and blood." The Fateweaver is a device capable of weaving the lines of the Earth's Arteries and rewriting reality.

The fate of this kingdom is closely tied to Dainsleif (the former captain of the guard), Pierrot (the former court mage, now the first of the Fatui), Clothar Alberich (the founder of the Order of the Abyss), and Kaeya Alberich—the "last hope" of the Caenri'ah, sent to Mondstadt. Those who bear the blood of this nation still guard its secrets and bear its curse.

Snow is an empire of eternal winter, stretching across endless snow-covered plains where the sun barely warms and nights last for months. It is a land of stern people, iron discipline, and technology far ahead of the rest of Teyvat. The air here is cold, prickly, and smells of frost, steel, and gunpowder.

The capital is the Polar City, majestic and gloomy, with Gothic spires, factory chimneys, and a palace where the Queen sits, her face hidden behind an icy mask. Everything here is imbued with order and power: the Fatui army marches through the squares, and the divine energy of the Cryo Archon looms over the city.

The Empire is divided into regions, each ruled by Harbingers. In Snezhnaya, they don't believe in gods, save one—their Queen, who declared war on the heavens. Here, airships are built and mechanical monsters are created, and in Dottore's laboratories, blood-curdling experiments are conducted.

Snow is an empire where fear and loyalty reign, but hope glimmers in its darkest corners. Here, you can find allies and enemies, buy any information, and lose everything. At night, the lights of the Polar City reflect off the eternal ice, a reminder that behind this cold beauty lies a cruelty unmatched in Teyvat.

Nod-Kray is a harsh, autonomous region on the southern edge of Snezhnaya, where laws are almost nonexistent and power rests in the hands of the Voynich Guild. It is a land where Scandinavian fjords, industrial landscapes, and the mysticism of ancient lunar cults merge. The air here is permeated with cold and the strange energy of kuuvyaka—the force that predates the seven elements.

The heart of the region is Nashgorod, an industrial hub with neon signs, where intrigue rages at the Speranza Tavern. To the west lies Hiisi Island, home to the Children of the Frost Moon, who worship the Maiden of the Moon and erect statues of her everywhere. Paha Island is home to the Fatui base, where Dottore studies the Ashes of the Ancient Moon.

Nod-Krai is shaken by the Wild Hunt—spawn of the Void controlled by Rerir, one of the Five Sinners of Khaenri'ah. The Lightbearers oppose them, but their forces are waning; even Varka's expedition cannot turn the tide.

This is a land where the moon eclipses the sun, and ancient magic permeates every stone. Adventure is easy here, and death is even easier, but that's precisely why fortune-seekers from all over Teyvat flock here.

Natlan is a land of fire, war, and eternal sunshine, spread out among solidified lava fields, smoking volcanoes, and endless savannas where the land breathes heat. The air here is dry and hot, smelling of sulfur and dust, but at night it cools, and the sky is illuminated by scarlet flashes. Natlan is a land of contrasts: where the lava cools, rare scarlet flowers bloom, and geysers rage in the valleys.

The heart of the country is an arena city, surrounded by a wall of obsidian and basalt, where tournaments and battles for glory are held daily. Dwellings are built of volcanic stone, decorated with tribal flags. Life is governed by the warrior code: the strong survive, the weak learn. But here they don't simply destroy—here the fallen are honored and the victors celebrated.

There is no single ruler in Natlan—power rests with tribal chieftains and warriors who have passed the Trial of Flame. Ancestral spirits dwell in every corner, and mysterious Zavrians—dragon-like creatures—roam the deserts and forests, serving as allies and guardians.

Natlan is a land of harsh traditions, but also of honor: no one attacks the unarmed, and a captive can be released for a worthy ransom. Here, courage is valued, not wealth, and everyone knows that one day the flame will consume them all, but while it burns, the warrior must shine brighter than it. This city is a forge of the strongest, where legends are born and the weak are consumed.

Fontaine is a city of water and opera, a shard of justice shining in the center of an artificial sea. Instead of streets, there are graceful bridges, canals, and wide boulevards along which murmuring streams flow. The air here is filled with the scents of water, flowers, and elegance. The architecture is in the graceful Baroque and Rococo styles: stone mansions, balconies with wrought-iron railings, and fountains beating to the rhythm of music.

The city is divided into the elite Cour de Fontaine, home to the aristocracy, and the bustling Belleau-Re, thronged by merchants and ordinary workers. In the center stands the Opera House, the main landmark, where criminals are tried, and arias are heard instead of accusations. The law here is not just strict, it is theatrical: each trial is a performance, where jurors and spectators judge the truth.

The people of Fontaine are refined and proud, yet just. They believe in their hydro-Archon, Focalors, who rules according to strict but incomprehensible laws. Underwater secrets and mechanisms hide behind the facades, and the sewers circulate energy that powers the entire city.

Fontaine is imbued with the spirit of theater and law. Here, one can be accused, acquitted, and then embroiled in intrigue again. This city forgives no mistakes and knows no mercy, but believes that even in the darkest waters, light can be found. The city is like a pearl on the seabed, beautiful and unattainable.

Sumeru is a city of wisdom and knowledge, nestled between lush tropical forests and endless deserts. The heart of the country is an emerald city with golden domes and snow-white walls, immersed in greenery and illuminated by the soft light of the Divine Tree. It is the center of science, where the Academy governs knowledge and life.

The city is divided into several levels: magnificent libraries, schools, and gardens at the top, where scholars debate eternity; bustling bazaars and cozy cafes with the aroma of spices and hookahs below. Life is in full swing: merchants beckon customers, alchemists peddle potions, and students rush everywhere with books.

Sumeru is a city of contrasts. Here, ancient traditions and the most cutting-edge discoveries intersect. In one alley, priests sing the praises of the goddess of knowledge, while in the next, inventors test wondrous machines. The people are diverse: erudite, thoughtful, eccentric, ready to sacrifice everything for the sake of the next discovery.

At the same time, Sumeru has a shadow—on the outskirts, jungles teem with secrets and dangers begin, and the ruins of forgotten civilizations lurk in the desert. The Academy carefully selects information—not all knowledge is worthy of being shared. Sumeru is a city where wisdom is valued, and every student seeks the path to truth, often without realizing the cost.

Inazuma is a land of perpetual thunder and lightning, spread across a chain of volcanic islands shrouded in crimson clouds and charged with electricity. The air here smells of ozone, salt, and the dampness of the almost never-ending rain. The branches of the cherry blossoms bend under the weight of the moisture, and purple sparks flicker between the rocks.

The main island is Narukami, home to Tenshukaku Castle and the sacred Great Sakura Tree. Here, the lives of aristocrats and merchants flourish, but every step is permeated with tension—Shogun Raiden sees everything through his stormy eyes. The other islands are harsh: Kannazuka with its ruins and factories, Seirai with its endless storm, and Tsurumi, mysterious and abandoned.

The streets of Inazuma are a labyrinth of wooden houses, pagodas, stone lanterns, and countless shrines. The people here are reserved and respectful: the samurai code, clan honor, and fear of the Shogun shape their lives. Tension hangs in the air, but in the teahouses, whispers of resistance and forbidden lands can be heard.

Inazuma is a land where lightning can strike at any moment. Traditions and the memory of ancestors are revered here, but everyone carries a secret. When the rain subsides, the sky flashes with a moment of silence, and then thunder roars with renewed vigor. And in this eternal storm, beauty is born—fragile, deadly, and mesmerizing.

Liyue is a haven of contracts and prosperity, Teyvat's greatest trading port, nestled at the foot of majestic mountains. Its Chinese roofs, lanterns, and carved bridges create an atmosphere of ancient elegance mingled with the bustle of business. The air here smells of the sea, incense, and grilled meat from street vendors.

The city is divided into three tiers. At the top is the abode of the Adepts and the Golden Hall, where the Seven rule and ancient contracts are kept. In the center is a bustling commercial district with countless shops where you can buy everything from jade figurines to rare roots. Below is the port with junks and the cries of longshoremen, right by the sea, where fishermen tie their nets.

The main street is paved with white stone, dotted with red lanterns, and the air is filled with the voices of merchants and the clink of coins. People here are more serious than in Mondstatt: honor, duty, and money rule the world. The Adepts do not interfere in human affairs, but every resident knows that behind every contract lies an ancient power.

Liyue is a city where everything is bought and sold. But even here, behind the glitter of gold, secrets lurk: dungeons where whispers of the Abyss are told, and forgotten teahouses where deals more dangerous than any battle are struck. At night, lanterns cast long shadows, and bridges float in the fog, as if inviting a meeting with fate. The wind from the mountains brings memories of the gods, and every contract here is eternal.

Mondstatt is a city of freedom and wind, perched on a hilly island in the middle of a lake. Its white stone walls and tiled roofs sparkle in the sun, and the spires of the Cathedral of the Winds reach into the sky like fingers reaching toward their patron, Anemo Archon Barbatos. The air here is always filled with freshness and the scent of flowers growing on every balcony.

The city is divided into an upper and lower level. At the top is the main square with a fountain, a statue of the Seven, and charming aristocratic mansions. Below is a bustling shopping district with the Cat's Tail Tavern and Angelica's Inn, a great place to grab a drink and catch the latest gossip. The market is bustling with artisans, and the breeze carries the scents of baked goods and fresh fish.

Windmills spin on the hills, and crystal butterflies flutter between the houses. Freedom is prized here: everyone minds their own business, the laws are lenient, and the knights of the Ordo Favonius are more helpers than guards. However, behind this carefree atmosphere lurks a shadow: whispers swirl in the sewers, thieves prowl the streets, and the wind sometimes carries strange rumors.

Mondstatt is a city where dreams come true, but only if you have the courage to pursue them. It's easy to fall in love here, even easier to get lost, but it's almost impossible to remain indifferent. The wind holds secrets, and at night, when the lanterns go out, the "Dark Hero" stalks the rooftops—one who defends freedom even from itself.