Chapter 79

In the newly built plaza of the Spark of Civilization Academy within the Serenitea Pot, sunlight filtered through the translucent barrier dome, spilling across the floor of brand-new stone bricks. The temporary exhibition hall inside the academy had transformed into a miniature universe condensing hope and struggle. At the center of the exhibition hall, a sample of Starsilver Ore rested quietly, its edge stained with dried, dark Abyss residue like an unhealed scar. Right beside it was a shattered Millelith shield, its edges curled and its center deeply dented, silently recounting the tragedy of Dragonspine. On the western exhibition wall, a cinematic projector restored by the Fontaine Research Institute looped footage of the final bloody battle before the collapse of Teyvat: Keqing’s Lightning Stiletto tearing through the icy ridge, the blinding blue light nearly bursting out of the frame; Knights of Favonius soldiers throwing their flesh and blood into the gaps of the battle line, their figures turning into afterimages amidst the fierce light of elemental explosions; Sumeru scholars pressing their hands to the ground, summoning thick ancient vines with overwhelming Dendro power. Amidst the surging fluorescence, the edges of the screen flickered with static noise due to Abyssal contamination, like memories trembling in pain.