While the information storm within the Serenitea Pot surged and brewed, the highest peak of the Snezhnaya Capital was locked in a dead, freezing silence. Arlecchino walked with silent yet resolute steps into the Cryo Archon's private meditation hall. The hall was breathtakingly empty, save for the relentless, howling blizzards outside the window that uttered an eternal lament. Before the massive floor-to-ceiling cryo-crystal window, the Cryo Archon stood in solitary isolation, her pure white ceremonial attire seemingly melting into the ice-carved throne. Her unfathomable, ice-blue eyes pierced through the swirling curtain of snow, gazing into the distant horizon—where the ominous purple rifts left by the Abyss's erosion intertwined with the faint glow of fire from the Dawn Winery battlefield, staining the pristine snowfields with an inauspicious hue.
Arlecchino stopped a few paces behind the Archon, dropping to one knee as the cold metal floor sent a piercing chill through her. Her voice was steady and powerful, like a stone dropped into a deep pool, breaking the suffocating silence:
"Your Majesty, the torch of 'Provek' has been ignited on the battlefield of Dawn Winery. Tartaglia's actions have demonstrated to the entirety of Teyvat that the hot blood of Snezhnaya has not yet been completely frozen by conspiracy and betrayal." She raised her head slightly, her gaze burning as she looked at the Archon's noble yet solitary back. "And the 'Kindling' represented by the Serenit…
Chapter 185