The cold air seemed to freeze beneath the massive dome. In Snezhnaya Capital, the iron heart covered in thick ice and snow, a collision strong enough to determine the fate of Teyvat was brewing inside a heavily guarded underground conference room within its Core Area. The fireplace inside roared, yet it failed to dispel the bone-chilling cold and the silent scrutiny and hostility permeating every inch of space.
On both sides of the long table, the lines were drawn.
On one side sat the Serenitea Pot delegation of gods. Venti twirled an intangible feather of wind at his fingertips, his azure eyes sweeping calmly across the opposite side; Zhongli sat as still as a mountain, his golden eyes as deep as an ancient well, his robes motionless; Raiden Ei sat with her eyes closed and arms crossed, the power of Electro crackling around her like a tangible murmur; Nahida’s small form radiated a soft and steady glow of Dendro; Mavuika’s orange-red hair fluttered without wind, her fighting spirit contained yet blazing; Furina straightened her back, trying hard to maintain the dignity of the acting Hydro Archon, though her palms were slightly damp with sweat; Neuvillette held a thick legal code, as solemn as judgment itself. Aether stood quietly to one side, his gaze scanning the entire room with vigilance.
Chapter 179