We had no time to say goodbye, so let's not call it that.
The war has already begun. It is just a continuation of past battles.
The gods goad us on with the promise of their seven treasures. Rewards for the worthy. The doorway to divinity.
Yet buried in the depths of this world lies smoldering remains, a warning to those that dare trespass.
"That throne in the sky is not reserved for you"
But mortal arrogation never stops.
None will escape the flames.
See for yourself.
The dragon who defended Mondstadt for a millennium finally faces his perturbation.
What does freedom really mean, when demanded of you by a god?
The God of Contracts, senselessly slaughtered as his people watched on in horror.
In the end, he will sign the contract to end all contracts.
In the secluded land of the immortal Shogun, the Bakufu rules eternal.
But what do mortals see of the eternity chased after by their god?
The God of Wisdom's enemy is wisdom itself, and the oasis of knowledge is a mirage in the desert of ignorance.
In the city of scholars there is a push for folly, yet the God of Wisdom makes no argument against it.
The God of Justice lives for the spectacle of the courtroom, seeking to judge all other gods.
But even she knows not to make an enemy of the divine.
The rules of war are woven in the womb: the victors shall burn bright, while the losers must turn to ash.
When the God of War shares this secret with the Traveler, it is because she has her reasons.
She is a god with no love left for her people, nor do they have any left for her.
Her followers hope only to be on her side when the day of her rebellion against the divine comes at last.
In the perpetual meantime of a sheltered eternity, most are content to live, and not to dream.
But in the hidden corners where the gods' gaze does not fall, there are those who dream of dreaming.
Some say a few are chosen and the rest are dregs, but I say we humans have our humanity.
We will defy this world with a power from beyond.
Now, you who has set foot in this world.
Your journey has reached its end, but one final doorway remains.
Step forth, if you have understood the meaning of your journey.
Defeat me, command me to step aside, show me that you are worthier than I to rescue her.
Then, the threads of all fate will be yours to re-weave.
My memory has all but faded completely... But I will always remember how much she too, loved these flowers.