The scorched, frozen earth was thick with a mixed stench of sulfur and blood. A biting cold wind swept across the ruined battlefield, and the wails of the wounded intertwined with the tireless roaring of the Abyssal Monsters in the distance to compose a movement of despair. The Astral Express stood quietly in the center of a makeshift defense line hastily constructed by the Millelith and the Knights of Favonius. Its cold steel hull was stained with the foul mucus of the monsters, reflecting an ominous purplish-black under the faint light.
Welt Yang pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His gaze behind the lenses swept over Keqing's blood-stained profile and Limeng's grease-stained overalls, finally falling upon a tiny speck of light suspended above the abyss of despair—the Serenitea Pot, which carried the final Kindling.
"We have brought a 'gift'." Welt's voice was steady, resembling the track of the train rolling over stellar dust. The personal terminal on his wrist projected a massive holographic star map. The scarred planet of Teyvat was entangled and eroded by viscous, purplish-black Abyssal energy. A clear golden route pierced through the heavy black tide and extended deep into the universe. At the end of the route, a complex spherical structure composed of countless golden geometric lines slowly rotated.
Chapter 203