Mondstadt's cliffs gleamed under a restless noon, their jagged edges trembling faintly as the wind carried whispers of a dragon's pain and the distant roar of cannon fire.
Ye Ruo had been the intended sentinel of this fragile peace, his wind-woven senses savoring the calm before a storm he knew was brewing across Mond's wilds.
Yet Wendy, a green-clad bard with a spark of divine mischief, emerged as the unexpected echo in his day, his lyre a thread of hope against the chaos threatening Mondstadt's soul.
His doubt—forged in centuries of loss, a quiet ache for a fallen friend—clashed with Ye Ruo's boundless might as a sword's edge and a cannon's thunder reshaped their world.
The Star Picking Cliff stood stark against the sea, its sandy shores kissed by waves and the faint tang of salt rising from the churning tide below.
Knights' shadows danced—armor glinted, winds howled, a fleeting guard against the horizon's wrath.
Ye Ruo lounged—wind tugged his cloak, Wind Mysterious Sword pulsed.
"Twalin—near," he murmured, gaze distant.
His white garb flowed—cyan gleamed, purpose burned.
Wendy strummed—lyre glowed, green cape swirled.
"Song—fades?" he sighed, voice soft.
His green eyes dimmed—doubt flickered, hope wavered.
"Poison—deep," Ye Ruo nodded, wind stirred.
Ying paced—gold hair danced, Wings fluttered.
"Dragon—where?" she asked, resolve shone.
Her blade rested—will pulsed, curiosity flared.
Paimon bobbed—"Sing—work?" she squeaked.
Amber notched—bow gleamed, Pyro hummed.
"Faith—hold," she urged, tone bright.
Wendy's strings faltered—notes drifted, silence loomed.
"Twalin—lost?" he mused, brow furrowed.
Ye Ruo rose—"Wind—calls," he vowed.
The system chimed in his mind—panel glowed.
He smirked—sword pulsed, fame soared.
[Ding, Customer Lisa completed Old Mond: Stormwind Elegy—Reward: Tempest Grimoire.]
[Tempest Grimoire: Binds wind to the reader's will, striking with gale precision; summons a vortex to bind or blast; fierce as a witch's scorn.]
Lisa with storms—power sharpened.
A subplot stirred—wind shifted, skies rumbled.
"Try—me," Ye Ruo grinned, sword gleamed.
Wendy blinked—"You—sure?" he stammered.
His lyre paused—curiosity flared, trust teetered.
"Friend—mine," Ye Ruo assured, wind roared.
He called—voice soared, tempest spread.
"Twalin—come!" he shouted, cliffs shook.
Shadows loomed—wings beat, dragon soared.
"East—here!" Amber gasped, bow raised.
Twalin landed—scales dulled, poison streaked.
"Pain—fades?" it rasped, eyes dimmed.
Wendy gaped—"You—called?" he breathed.
His heart raced—envy flickered, awe bloomed.
Ye Ruo grinned—"Trust—earned," he mused.
A twist struck—Abyss crept, ice gleamed.
"Dragon—ours!" a mage hissed, frost pulsed.
Ye Ruo's sword flashed—cyan arced, shield broke.
"Die—now!" he barked, blade pierced.
The mage wailed—ice shattered, body flew.
Ground cracked—sword sank, silence reigned.
Ying gaped—"Sword—wild!" she gasped.
"Wind—divine," Ye Ruo shrugged, blade returned.
Wendy's jaw dropped—"Fengshen—gift?" he rasped.
"Dream—true," Ye Ruo teased, grin widened.
Amber beamed—"Knights—blessed!" she cheered.
A subplot brewed—Mond pulsed, cannons roared.
Jean stood—wind tugged her cape, sword gleamed.
"Monsters—march," she growled, voice firm.
Her green eyes narrowed—duty burned, resolve steeled.
Knights rallied—shields clinked, bows notched.
"Hold—line!" she barked, wind pulsed.
Qiuqiu charged—clubs swung, chaos swelled.
"Fire—now!" Jean ordered, cannons gleamed.
Sugar pressed—lines lit, thunder roared.
"Boom—strike!" she shouted, energy surged.
Lightning streaked—earth shattered, foes flew.
Dust billowed—craters bloomed, screams faded.
"Power—new!" a knight gasped, jaw dropped.
Jean's lips curled—"Times—change," she mused.
A twist struck—Abyss mages crept, runes pulsed.
"City—ours!" one sneered, flames flared.
Jean spun—wind lashed, blade slashed.
"Fall—now!" she roared, tempest broke.
Knights charged—steel clashed, fire snuffed.
"Guard—Mond!" one yelled, spear thrust.
Sugar's cannon fired—thunder roared, mages fell.
"Science—wins!" she grinned, goggles fogged.
Jean's chest heaved—"Threat—gone," she breathed.
Back at the cliff—Twalin sighed, wings drooped.
"Pain—eases," it murmured, poison ebbed.
Wendy played—harp glowed, notes soared.
"Heal—friend," he sang, tears welled.
Ying's hand glowed—tears purified, blue bloomed.
"Hope—lives," she vowed, will surged.
Ye Ruo watched—"Guard—done," he nodded.
Amber's eyes sparkled—"Team—strong," she beamed.
A subplot stirred—Lady watched, hotel pulsed.
"Knight—flies," 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.
Mondstadt sighed—dragon slept, Fools stalled.
Jean's trust grew—duty steadied, era dawned.
Ye Ruo's tale spun—storm reigned free.
The system pulsed—fame a rising gale.
His legend soared—Teyvat's winds sang bold.
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