Mondstadt's quiet residence shimmered under a restless night, its wooden walls trembling faintly as the wind carried echoes of a past reborn and the distant hum of a city at rest.
Ye Ruo had been the intended guardian of this fragile peace, his wind-woven senses savoring the calm after Twalin's redemption and his reunion with a lost love.
Yet Rustan, a shadow of his soul with a spark of knightly valor, emerged as the unexpected pulse in his day, his life a tapestry of sacrifice woven into Mondstadt's bloodied history.
His resolve—forged in youth and tempered by war, a wolf's unyielding heart—clashed with Ye Ruo's present might as a simulation's end and a lover's scars reshaped his destiny.
The room stood stark against the dark, its candlelit glow cloaked in warmth and the faint scent of ink rising from Ye Ruo's scattered notes.
Knights' echoes faded—armor clinked, winds sighed, a fleeting guard beyond the city's embrace.
Ye Ruo sat—wind tugged his cloak, Wind Mysterious Sword pulsed.
"Past—mine," he murmured, gaze distant.
His white garb flowed—cyan gleamed, memory stirred.
The system pulsed—panel glowed, time bent.
"Draw—now," he commanded, voice firm.
[Ding, Precious Treasure Chest opened—Reward: Past Simulation Card.]
[Past Simulation Card: Anchors the present, extends a life into history; grants all memories and might; a cycle reborn.]
Ye Ruo's eyes gleamed—"Rustan—me," he breathed.
A twist struck—mind swirled, years faded.
Mondstadt's fields bloomed—grass swayed, skies shone.
A boy laughed—dark hair danced, spirit soared.
"Rustan—free," he grinned, slingshot snapped.
Wolves howled—forest pulsed, night gleamed.
"Friend—here!" Erendlin called, sword gleamed.
His blonde locks shone—pride burned, bond sealed.
"Knights—dream," Rustan vowed, stars sparkled.
Years spun—armor clinked, oaths rang.
"Lion—rise!" Erendlin roared, blade swung.
His greatsword flashed—Geo pulsed, foes fell.
"Wolf—guard," Rustan grinned, wind stirred.
A subplot brewed—shadows crept, cloaks hid.
"Dark—mine," he murmured, dagger gleamed.
His steps silenced—night reigned, justice burned.
"Light—his," Erendlin mused, trust held.
The square sang—voices soared, winds danced.
"Rosalind—sweet," Rustan breathed, heart raced.
Her blonde hair flowed—song pulsed, love bloomed.
"Study—strong," she vowed, eyes sparkled.
A twist struck—hourglass gleamed, time ticked.
"Marry—soon," he promised, wind softened.
Her smile shone—hope flared, fate loomed.
"War—comes," Rustan rasped, dread pulsed.
Kanria's fall roared—skies darkened, earth quaked.
"Monsters—march!" Erendlin barked, knights rallied.
His lion roared—steel clashed, blood spilled.
"Hold—line!" Rustan shouted, wind howled.
A subplot stirred—abyss pulsed, Durin loomed.
"Dragon—near!" a knight gasped, spear broke.
Rustan's blade flashed—cyan arced, beasts fell.
"Guard—Mond!" he roared, voice broke.
Black blood flowed—ground stained, knights dwindled.
"Fight—still!" he growled, wind surged.
Monsters swarmed—claws slashed, screams rang.
"Brothers—fall," he rasped, tears welled.
A twist struck—alone he stood, sword gleamed.
"Knights—attack!" he bellowed, wind roared.
Beasts lunged—fangs bared, darkness swelled.
"End—here," he murmured, blade sank.
Corpses piled—wind stilled, life faded.
"Sumeru—safe?" he whispered, eyes dimmed.
A subplot brewed—Rosalind wept, lab pulsed.
"Lost—him?" she sobbed, glass shattered.
Her hands trembled—flame flared, grief burned.
"Return—never," she rasped, tears streamed.
Ye Ruo awoke—eyes snapped, room glowed.
"Rustan—done," he breathed, heart ached.
His wind pulsed—memory flooded, soul mended.
"Rosalind—waits," he murmured, resolve steeled.
A twist struck—system chimed, mind raced.
"Past—mine?" he mused, panel glowed.
[System: Host lived Rustan—cycle complete; memories merge, strength grows.]
Ye Ruo's smirk flashed—"Love—true," he vowed.
A subplot stirred—Lady's lair pulsed, ice gleamed.
"Heal—her," he murmured, ring pulsed.
Her scars lingered—fire hid, pain reigned.
"Mask—off," he urged, voice soft.
Rosalind hesitated—frost dimmed, hands shook.
"Burns—ugly," she rasped, gaze fell.
Ye Ruo's hand brushed—wind soothed, trust flared.
"Mine—still," he vowed, eyes gleamed.
A twist struck—Fools crept, fire pulsed.
"Knight—here!" a handler barked, debt flared.
Ye Ruo's gale roared—cyan slashed, foes flew.
"Stay—back!" he shouted, tempest broke.
Rosalind's ice surged—shards flew, blood spilled.
"Mine—alone!" she snarled, conch glowed.
Handlers fell—ground cracked, silence reigned.
"Threat—gone," Ye Ruo nodded, wind settled.
Rosalind's chest heaved—"Close—damn," she rasped.
Ye Ruo's grin flashed—"Team—strong," he mused.
A subplot stirred—Lisa's home pulsed, tea steamed.
"Ye Ruo—late?" she purred, silk gleamed.
Her green eyes sparkled—thunder hummed, ease flowed.
"Wind—flies," she mused, smile curled.
Jean's office glowed—quill scratched, duty held.
"Knights—rest," she sighed, cape rested.
Her green eyes softened—peace bloomed, pride swelled.
Mondstadt sighed—winds danced, scars faded.
Rosalind's hope gleamed—flame pulsed, heart mended.
Ye Ruo's tale spun—valor reigned free.
The system pulsed—fame a rising storm.
His legend soared—Teyvat's winds sang bold.
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