Mondstadt's wilds shimmered under a restless noon, its rolling hills trembling faintly as the wind carried echoes of a dragon's distant rage and the pulse of new power.
Ye Ruo had been the intended maestro of this fleeting calm, his wind-woven senses savoring the Switch Tree's quiet hum and the cannon's thunderous debut.
Yet Lisa, a raven-haired witch with a spark of playful thunder, emerged as the unexpected harmony in his day, her wit a counterpoint to the chaos brewing beyond the city's embrace.
Her heart—forged in knowledge and tempered by trust, a storm of charm and strength—danced with Ye Ruo's boundless might as water and wind reshaped their bond and Mond's destiny.
The temple loomed stark against the sky, its crumbling stone walls cloaked in ivy and the faint musk of damp earth rising from its shadowed depths.
Knights' banners fluttered—red and gold gleamed, winds snapped, a fleeting claim on this forsaken ground.
Ye Ruo strode—wind tugged his cloak, Wind Mysterious Sword pulsed.
"Fools—lurk," he murmured, gaze sharp.
His white garb flowed—cyan gleamed, resolve burned.
Lisa sauntered—black silk gleamed, hat tilted.
"Lonely—me?" she teased, voice honeyed.
Her green eyes sparkled—thunder hummed, mischief flared.
"Always—sister," Ye Ruo grinned, wind stirred.
The air crackled—ozone tinged, temple hummed.
"Qiuqiu—nests," Lisa sighed, disdain curled.
Her heels clicked—confidence shone, elegance reigned.
Ye Ruo nodded—"Mice—hide," he mused.
A subplot stirred—shadows crept, runes pulsed.
"Trap—set," an Abyss mage hissed, fire gleamed.
Ye Ruo's senses flared—wind traced, danger loomed.
"Out—now!" he barked, sword flared.
Three mages emerged—red fur danced, staves glowed.
"Knight—dies!" one cackled, flames surged.
Their laughter echoed—malice twisted, heat swelled.
Lisa's thunder pulsed—lightning coiled, eyes narrowed.
"Fools—burn," she growled, power surged.
Ye Ruo grabbed—"Wait—mine," he urged.
The system chimed in his mind—panel glowed.
He smirked—Teigu pulsed, water roared.
[Ding, Teigu: Water Dragon Possession activated—Mastery over liquid surges; commands water's wrath, fierce as a dragon's tide.]
"Water—mine," he vowed, ring gleamed.
Groundwater boiled—temple shook, torrents rose.
"Impossible—wind?" a mage shrieked, staff trembled.
Ye Ruo's hand waved—columns soared, dragons formed.
"Elements—bend," he grinned, water roared.
The sea surged—flames hissed, mages flailed.
"No—stop!" one wailed, fire snuffed.
Water dragons struck—jaws snapped, bodies broke.
Fragments fell—red shards gleamed, silence reigned.
Lisa gaped—"Water—how?" she breathed.
Her thunder dimmed—curiosity flared, awe bloomed.
"Secrets—mine," Ye Ruo teased, ring pulsed.
A twist struck—temple quaked, dust swirled.
"More—hide?" Lisa guessed, lightning flared.
Ye Ruo spun—wind lashed, shadows fled.
"Abyss—flees," he growled, senses sharpened.
Lisa's lips curled—"Clever—brat," she purred.
Her hand brushed—warmth lingered, trust deepened.
"Gift—yours," Ye Ruo grinned, ring gleamed.
He slipped—space pulsed, Lisa blinked.
"Space—ring?" she gasped, mind raced.
[Space Ring: Stores vast realms within; holds a plaza's worth, boundless as a witch's whims.]
"Yours—too," he added, twin gleamed.
Lisa's blush flared—"Debt—grows," she murmured.
Her fingers traced—ring hummed, heart stirred.
"Repay—how?" she teased, gaze softened.
Ye Ruo leaned—"You—enough," he whispered.
A subplot brewed—wind shifted, skies hummed.
"Yula—next," he mused, wings bloomed.
Lisa huffed—"Time—cheat?" she pouted.
Her arms crossed—jealousy flickered, charm held.
"Witch—mine," he vowed, wind flared.
The temple sighed—water settled, echoes faded.
Ye Ruo's wings spread—cyan gleamed, speed surged.
"Lisa—home," he urged, arms scooped.
Her yelp rang—wind roared, temple blurred.
Mondstadt's streets gleamed—cobblestones shone, winds sighed.
Ye Ruo landed—Lisa swayed, blush lingered.
"Wild—fool," she scolded, smile betrayed.
"Night—soon," he winked, promise hung.
A twist struck—Yula's camp loomed, dust swirled.
"Knight—here?" she blinked, blue hair danced.
Her spear rested—ice gleamed, grace shone.
"Help—now," Ye Ruo grinned, wind pulsed.
Qiuqiu roared—clubs swung, chaos reigned.
Ye Ruo's sword flashed—cyan arced, foes fell.
Yula struck—ice bloomed, frost spread.
"Showoff—still," she huffed, spear danced.
Her eyes softened—trust gleamed, bond deepened.
Knights cheered—"Wind—wins!" they roared.
"Team—strong," Ye Ruo nodded, pride flared.
A subplot stirred—Wendy strummed, harp glowed.
"Twalin—near," he sang, green cape swirled.
Ying gaped—"Dragon—soon?" she breathed.
Paimon bobbed—"Help—big!" she squeaked.
Amber fired—flame arrows soared, resolve burned.
"Sky—ours," Wendy vowed, notes soared.
Ye Ruo arrived—wind flared, presence loomed.
"Tears—worked?" he asked, gaze sharp.
Wendy nodded—"Harp—mends," he grinned.
A twist struck—Abyss crept, shadows twisted.
"Dragon—ours," a mage hissed, runes pulsed.
Ye Ruo spun—wind lashed, mage fled.
"Fools—end," he growled, sword flared.
Twalin roared—skies darkened, poison lingered.
"Pain—fades," Wendy sighed, lyre sang.
Ye Ruo's water pulsed—rain fell, calm spread.
"Fight—done," he vowed, ring gleamed.
Mondstadt sighed—dragon slept, Fools stalled.
Lisa's gift glowed—trust sealed, love bloomed.
Ye Ruo's tale spun—fate reigned free.
The system pulsed—fame a rising tide.
His power soared—Teyvat's winds bowed deep.
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