ㅤ I fail to see reason for your prolonged stay here, then. If you wish to see the daylight one more time –– I strongly urge you to leave me be. ㅤ

ㅤ Seemingly talking to himself. ㅤ

ㅤ As if his words fell upon deaf ears, Zhongli showed no reaction to his query –– his previously standing position falling into a deep bow, palms dug into the ground. ㅤ

ㅤ Shut eyes shot open. The tall Archon stood back on his feet, a polearm manifesting within his palm. ❝ Leave. ❞ ㅤ

ㅤ No response for a minute . . . the conversation continuing as if Wren was null and void. ❝ I hope you are pr –– . . . Be gone, if you consider yourself worthy of existence. ❞ ㅤ

ㅤ ╱ ╱ replies when i roll.... i need to get xinyan ㅤ

ㅤ Without unneeded comments, the god stood –– long before digits clawed into the other's neck. Fierce slit-like pupils glared into the other's. ❝ You've been warned.❞ ㅤ

ㅤ ❝ I care not for your excuses. This will be the final of my repetition: five seconds is enough to run to the Mondstadtian border. I do not guarantee your safety there, however, your lifespan won't be cut short. ❞
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ㅤ ❝ I am not required to explain myself to you. ❞ The ground beneath their feet grew ( heavy ) all of a sudden –– perhaps the cause was Zhongli lifting his polearm to Childe's eyes? Either way, everything was rumbling, akin to an earthquake. ㅤ

ㅤ What. ㅤ

ㅤ An old painting of me. ㅤ

ㅤ Enjoy it while you're able to. ㅤ

ㅤ You are not required to know that. ㅤ

ㅤ Would you rather you put a name to my likeness? ㅤ

ㅤ How many people reside in this village as of now? ㅤ

ㅤ That makes things easier. ㅤ

ㅤ Ten less humans in my paradise. ㅤ

ㅤ Don't speak those words to my face in that way, scum. You are no follower. ㅤ

ㅤ Anybody can convert to Moraxism. It is I who decides the true believers. [ a polearm appeared in his claw. ] Join the rest and prove yourself. ㅤ

ㅤ Who are you ㅤ