Mondstadt's outskirts shimmered under a restless dawn, its grassy fields trembling faintly as the wind carried whispers of a dragon's retreat and the promise of new power.
Ye Ruo had been the intended architect of this fragile peace, his wind-woven senses attuned to the Switch Tree's quiet hum and the alchemists' burgeoning triumph.
Yet Sugar, a green-haired alchemist with a spark of quiet genius, emerged as the unexpected heart of his day, her craft a bridge between Mondstadt's past and its electrified future.
Her zeal—forged in curiosity and tempered by diligence, a mirror to Mond's enduring spirit—danced with Ye Ruo's vision as a cannon's roar and a tree's pulse heralded a new era.
The field pulsed with life, its air thick with the scent of dew and the sharp tang of ozone crackling from the Switch Tree's sprawling vines.
Knights' training ground stood proud—wooden fences gleamed, banners snapped, a proving ground for innovation amid the wild's edge.
Ye Ruo strode—wind tugged his cloak, Wind Mysterious Sword pulsed.
"Tree—roots," he murmured, gaze sharp.
His white garb flowed—cyan gleamed, purpose burned.
Jean lingered—sword rested, blonde hair swayed.
"Plan—set?" she asked, voice steady.
Her green eyes searched—duty shone, trust deepened.
"Fools—bait," Ye Ruo grinned, wind stirred.
Knights scattered—armor clinked, orders echoed.
"Guard—tree!" one barked, spear gripped.
Ye Ruo nodded—"Cannon—next," he planned.
The alchemy lab buzzed—vials glowed, tools clattered.
Sugar beamed—goggles gleamed, hair tousled.
"Cannon—done!" she cheered, hands clasped.
Her green cloak rustled—excitement flared, pride swelled.
"Sample—first," she added, blueprint clutched.
Ye Ruo arrived—wind flared, presence loomed.
"Test—now," he urged, tone firm.
The system chimed in his mind—panel glowed.
He smirked—Switch Tree pulsed, fame soared.
[Ding, Customer Kaeya completed Old Mond: Frostwind Requiem—Reward: Cryo Fang Dagger.]
[Cryo Fang Dagger: A blade of frozen edge, striking with icy precision; chills foes to the bone, summons a frost wisp to harry or freeze; sharp as a captain's smirk.]
Kaeya with ice—cunning honed.
A subplot stirred—vines twisted, thunder rumbled.
"Tree—power," Ye Ruo mused, roots spread.
Sugar gaped—"Lightning—wild!" she gasped.
Her hands trembled—notes scribbled, awe bloomed.
"Energy—Mond," Ye Ruo vowed, vision gleamed.
Apprentices hustled—tools clinked, cannon gleamed.
"Assemble—fast!" one urged, sweat beaded.
The cannon shimmered—pipes pulsed, alchemy flared.
"First—tier," Sugar explained, voice bright.
Her wind stirred—purple crystal glowed, power hummed.
"Stable—safe," she assured, eyes sparkled.
Ye Ruo nodded—"Fire—test," he commanded.
A twist struck—hillside loomed, silence snapped.
"Target—there!" an apprentice yelled, barrel swung.
Sugar pressed—lines lit, thunder roared.
"Boom—now!" she shouted, energy surged.
Lightning streaked—hillside shattered, gravel flew.
Dust billowed—pond erupted, fish soared.
"Thunder—strong!" Sugar gasped, goggles fogged.
Ye Ruo grinned—"Qiuqiu—gone," he mused.
Knights cheered—fists pumped, hope flared.
"Power—ours!" one roared, spear raised.
Sugar's chest heaved—"Success—real?" she breathed.
"More—build," Ye Ruo urged, tone firm.
A subplot brewed—Abyss crept, shadows twisted.
"Tree—target," a mage hissed, runes pulsed.
Ye Ruo spun—wind lashed, mage fled.
"Fools—watch," he growled, sword flared.
Jean approached—"Cannon—war?" she pressed.
"Soon—need," Ye Ruo nodded, gaze hardened.
Sugar's eyes widened—"Fight—when?" she stammered.
"Twalin—bait," he hinted, wind pulsed.
The Switch Tree hummed—vines swayed, lightning danced.
"Life—mine," Ye Ruo vowed, roots deepened.
Jean's jaw set—"Mond—safe?" she murmured.
"Knights—rise," he assured, trust sealed.
Ying trailed—gold hair danced, Wings fluttered.
"Cannon—wow!" she gasped, awe lingered.
Paimon bobbed—"Boom—big!" she squeaked.
Wendy followed—lyre gleamed, green cape swirled.
"Thunder—new?" he teased, gaze darted.
"Wind—leads," Ye Ruo grinned, sword gleamed.
A twist struck—Lady watched, hotel pulsed.
"Tree—threat," she sneered, vial gleamed.
Rosalia shadowed—"Fools—move," she hissed.
Ye Ruo turned—"Church—check," he barked.
Cathedral loomed—spires cut the sky, air hummed.
Fools crept—nuns screamed, shadows danced.
Lady stood—water gleamed, cruel grace.
"Harp—mine," she sneered, cage bloomed.
Ye Ruo's gale roared—sword slashed, wind shredded.
Hydro lashed—ice met water, frost spread.
Rosalia struck—spear grazed, blood dripped.
"Light—burns," Lady taunted, dodging swift.
"Shadow—cuts," Rosalia growled, lunging.
Wind broke—cage shattered, harp stood.
"Heart—soon," Lady vowed, water splashed.
She vanished—echoes lingered, threat alive.
Ye Ruo panted—"Close—damn," he cursed.
Rosalia's gaze softened—"Saved—still," she murmured.
Ying gaped—"Power—wild?" she breathed.
"Thunder—dawns," Ye Ruo grinned, cannon glowed.
Mondstadt sighed—dragon slept, Fools stalled.
Sugar's zeal burned—craft soared, future gleamed.
Ye Ruo's tale spun—tempest reigned free.
The system pulsed—fame a rising storm.
His vision soared—Teyvat's winds sang bold.
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