The history of Tartary and its entry into another world

Tartaglia stepped out of the chasm—not into the familiar haven of Liyue, but into the scorching hell of a battlefield. The air smelled of smoke, ozone, and blood; the sky was covered with crimson clouds, and the horizon was lost in smoke and artillery flashes. Guns thundered all around, armor clanked, and through the chaos came a low, guttural roar—not animalistic, but bestial-mechanical, as if the earth itself groaned under the weight of war.

It was a world where war wasn't just a craft—it was a religion. The Imperium of Man waged an endless battle against xenos, heretics, and monsters. And right before Tartaglia, kicking up dust and debris, a wave of orks rolled in—a green, furious, unstoppable horde, laughing, roaring, and eager for battle, wielding axes, saws, and anything else they could find to destroy.

But Tartaglia didn't back down. On the contrary, his face lit up with that same smile that sometimes sent chills down the spines of his allies and sent icy ants down his enemies' spines. He adored battle. He loved that moment when the tension reaches its limit, when the world narrows to the blade, the movement, and the breath of the enemy.

"Finally," he whispered, drawing his blades. "At least someone who isn't afraid to come closer."

He rushed forward, not like a soldier of the Imperium—without formation, without tactics, without orders. Like the elements. His movements were deceptively casual, almost dancing, but every swing of his blade found its mark. The first orc collapsed, not even realizing he was gone. The second tried to strike from above—and met emptiness where the man had just stood. Tartaglia slid sideways, spun, and his blade ripped open his enemy's side, leaving a deep wound.

The orcs, accustomed to overwhelming with mass and brute force, hesitated for a moment. This man wasn't fighting like everyone else. He was toying with them. He smiled as the blade glided millimeters from his face. He dodged blows that should have taken his head off, and responded with a series of swift, precise thrusts.

"Hey, greenies!" he shouted, jumping over a pile of rubble. "Want to have some fun? Let's have some fun!"

The Horde howled and rushed forward with all its might.