The low hum of the Thunder Sakura Tree energy station is now a daily background sound in the Serenitea Pot. Pale purple electricity pulses rhythmically between the knotted roots and the embedded metal converters. Limeng's grease-stained fingers glide across the instrument panel, but his gaze is fixed toward the temporary Relocation Zone three kilometers away—the lights in that area look exceptionally dim in the dusk, like a candle flickering in the wind.
"Terminal voltage has dropped by fifteen percent," he whispers into the makeshift logbook in his hands, his brow furrowed into deep wrinkles. The exposed thick copper snakes like a greedy python, wantonly wasting precious Electro Element energy along the way. In the distance, Keqing hands a golden-cased communicator to Lumine; the corn-stalk-pressed body is branded with the emblems of the Millelith shield and the Favonius falcon, and amethyst-like thunder light flows between the metal seams. "The signal coverage radius is barely enough, and the stability is less than thirty percent," Keqing's voice is as cold and sharp as a blade. "It's up to you."
Lumine nods, her golden pupils reflecting the device's faint glow, and with a flicker, she vanishes into the spatial ripples, leaving only a faint trail of starlight. She is heading to a more distant, more dangerous place to seek scattered Kindling.
Chapter 61