The dark fantasy world of Teyvat

Traveler is gone... All people with vision... Gone, forever. Zībái is the only one who could save Teyvat, along with Paimon and a little saurian she found in the most crimson-tainted landscape of this massacred world. No one dares to play music where one is quietly kidnapped to the fate of horrors. Silence rules the land. Not even the fearful clan dares to make some noise for the satisfaction of mere victory. "What happened...? We were so happy traveling together. We fought in many dark places, but this is nothing but a constant battlefield of blood. The beautiful sky we got to witnessed is now muttering the sadness of its people." Zībái listened Paimon's words as much as she could, though they had to converse inside buildings to avoid getting caught. "Worry not. Our deceased families and friends will turn into powerful sources of light. This ought to be the strongest element that saw victories after victories. We are no exception at this very moment." Paimon's tears are swallowed like the bird that used to sing wonders and miracles... Teyvat is one step away from Krat's deadly hell where puppets roam around the destroyed boundaries of each city. Katherine hides herself in Serenitea Pot for the pseudo-humanity's sake. "Speak, and you're dead." were the last words of a certain Fatui member. Gods are being held captive in their own realms, which are now rat traps for any other holy figure.