Welt's voice, carried steadily and clearly through the Astral Express's deep-space antenna array, pierced the cold cosmic dust and reached the burning world: "This is the Astral Express. We are responding to the civilization's distress signal from the Serenitea Pot in Teyvat. Report your current situation and specific threats."
In the eastern war zone of Snezhnaya, inside a battered, pockmarked makeshift command post, as Welt Yang's Universal Language—carrying a strange resonance and belonging to no native accent of any nation in Teyvat—echoed from the speaker of the Golden Ear Communication terminal, Keqing's fingers, stained with the blood of both enemies and herself, trembled imperceptibly. Leaning against the cold rock wall as earth was constantly shaken loose by artillery fire, her voice rang out through the drifting smoke, clear and calm as the unyielding bedrock of Liyue Harbor:
"Liyue Qixing, Yuheng Keqing." A stray shell exploded violently not far outside the shelter, sending a shower of gravel and mud pattering down, yet her tone remained utterly unsteadied. "The vast rainforests of Sumeru have completely fallen into nests of Abyssal Monsters, and the islands of Inazuma are sinking one by one into the boiling Abyssal Black Tide. At present, only the defense lines on the bitter frozen soil of Snezhnaya still stand, and the surviving guerrilla outposts in Springvale, Mondstadt, are holding on bitterly. The Abyssal erosion possesses intense spatial distortion effects…
Chapter 201