Mondstadt's midday sun bathed the city in a golden haze—Liam stood in Jean's office, "Cafe—approved," his Sharingan a flicker of triumph, "Hilichurls—pesky; Mond—mine,"—and the Knights of Favonius headquarters buzzed, "Stormterror—looms," his trek's end a spark igniting Teyvat's windswept heart.
Jean slumped—"Coffee—steady," her cup a lifeline, "Work—piles,"—and Liam urged, "Rent—low; thanks," his gratitude a thread, "Rest—please," her dark circles a shadow, "Keqing—fights smart; Ganyu—immortal," Jean's mortal grit a rock, "You—machine," his pity a tide for the nineteen-year-old's strain.
She rose—"Duty—calls," her voice a rasp, "I'm fine—really,"—and dizziness struck, "Oh—falling!" her knees buckled, Liam lunging, "Gotcha—down!" his arms cradling, "Out—cold," her breath a whisper, "Mond—breaks her," his sigh a ember, the office a shrine to her relentless fight.
He scooped—"Cathedral—fast!" Jean's weight light, "Knights—gape,"—and the streets blurred, "Kidnap—ha!" a guard's shout fading, "Barbara—help!" the cathedral loomed, "Sister—here," her idol glow a balm, "Used to it—stubborn," her healing a breeze, Liam's relief a tide in Mondstadt's sacred hush.
Shop gleamed—"Center—mine," the key clicked, "Teyvat Internet Cafe—rise!"—and Liam tapped, "System—work," his emotion points a flood, "Three hundred—rigs!" the space warped, "Neon—snap!" the sign flared, "Mondstadt Store—live," his grin a blaze, the city's pulse a canvas for his bold claim.
Crowds surged—"Internet—here?!" their gasps a chorus, "Liyue—echoes!"—and returnees bolted, "Rigs—familiar!" tears welled, "Games—home!" their cheers a tide, "Mario—Digging!" screens flickered, "No travel—play!" their joy a ember, Liam's counter a hub in Mondstadt's dreary sprawl.
He mused—"Traveler—soon?" his Sharingan tracing, "Lumine—Aether?"—and a door flared, "Liyue—link," his step a blur, "Tier—Rei," their nods a rock, "Staff—hold," Ayanami Rei crossing, "Mond—hers," his fish-time a vow, "Wilds—done," Teyvat's dual hubs a thread in his grand weave.
Action flared—Hilichurls roared, "Gate—again!" their clubs a thunder beyond the bridge—and Liam spun, "Amaterasu!" black flames erupted, "Burn—back!" eight crisping, "Susanoo!" ribs blocking, "Clang—safe!" his Rebellion slashing, "Five—down!" the Knights charging, "Support—go!" his Sharingan a flame in the fray.
Mondstadt pulsed—"Cafe—full!" rigs hummed, "Mario—jump!"—and players raged, "Speed—kill me!" their OCD a spark, "Digging—climb!" sweat beaded, "Competitive—Mond's soul," Liam grinned, "Liyue—work; Mond—play," the Deer Hunter's scent a lure, the city's spirit a blaze in his digital dawn.
Evening fell—"Acquaintance—here," a shadow loomed, "Diluc—Batman,"—and the redhead strode, "Cafe—new," his pyro gaze a ember, "Night Hero—checks," Liam nodded, "Richest—ally?" his Sharingan tracing, "Mond—shifts," the counter a stage for their fated meet in the neon glow.
Dialogue flared—"Internet—yours?" Diluc's voice a growl, "Stormterror—mess,"—and Liam grinned, "Cafe—mine," his tone a breeze, "Boost—city," Diluc musing, "Fatui—lurk," his claymore a vow, "Games—test," their pact a thread, "Mond—rises," the rigs a hum in their wary dance.
A subplot twisted—Fatui whispered, "Knights—weak," their scorn a web, "Abyss—stirs,"—and Diluc glared, "Cafe—foil 'em," his pyro a shield, "Jean—down," Liam nodding, "Traveler—key," their alliance a ember, "Stormterror—next," Mondstadt's wilds a canvas for their brewing stand.
Diluc sat—"Mario—hm," his fingers tapped, "Simple—sharp,"—and Liam watched, "Darknight—plays," his grin a spark, "Economy—lift," the rig's glow a balm, "Fatui—watch," Diluc's grunt a tide, "Useful—stay," their bond a rock, the cafe a fortress in Mondstadt's dusk.
Action loomed—Fatui struck, "Side street—now!" their hydro blades a gleam—and Liam leapt, "Kamui!" a grunt warped, "Gone—next!" his sword slashing, "Three—down!" Diluc's claymore flared, "Pyro Wave!" flames roaring, "Five—ash!" their clash a blaze, the alley a battlefield of their swift purge.
Knights rushed—"Backup—here!" their shields clanged, "Hold—line!"—and Liam spun, "Phoenix Flower!" sparks raining, "Four—out!" Diluc growling, "Fatui—scum," his swing a thunder, "Clear—done," their victory a tide, "Cafe—safe," Mondstadt's streets a forge under their might.
Emotion surged—Jean's collapse clashed with duty, "Mond—hers," her knightly soul a rock; Liam's thrill burned, "Cafe—lives," his Sharingan a blaze; Diluc's scorn hid care, "City—mine,"—and Teyvat trembled, their saga a blaze in Mondstadt's wind-swept sprawl and digital dawn.
Liam grinned—"Traveler—wait," his counter a throne, "Lumine—Aether,"—and Diluc stood, "Night—patrol," his claymore a vow, "Cafe—hold," Tier Harribel's teal gaze a sentinel, "Rei—runs," the rigs a hum, Liyue's echo a thread, Mondstadt's heart a fire breaking in his bold claim.
***
Support me on Patreon to read 50+ advanced chapters: patreon.com/Nocturnal_Breeze