บท 7: 6. Mondstadt: New Normal #3

Tayden walked alongside Eula through the grand halls of the Knights of Favonius headquarters, his nerves buzzing with anticipation. The building's towering walls and elegant architecture, which had once filled him with awe, now seemed almost intimidating as he approached the office where his fate would be discussed.

No one else knew about his origins—how he was from another world entirely. Keeping that secret was becoming increasingly difficult, especially as he spent more time around people like Eula, who was starting to pick up on his unusual habits. Still, he knew he had to keep his past hidden if he wanted to avoid unwanted attention.

Eula glanced at him, her usually stoic face softening slightly. "Don't look so tense," she said quietly. "Just be honest about what you've done since you arrived. They're not here to interrogate you—just to make sure you're settling in."

Tayden nodded, though his stomach remained knotted with anxiety. "Right… settling in," he muttered, trying to summon a confident smile.

Eula led him to a large, ornate door at the end of the hallway. She gave it a gentle knock, and a calm voice from within called out, "Come in."

As the door swung open, Tayden found himself entering a spacious office bathed in the warm light of the afternoon sun. The room was lined with shelves filled with books and scrolls, a testament to the knowledge and history the Knights of Favonius held. At the far end of the room stood a large desk, behind which sat a woman with long, blonde hair and a serene yet commanding presence.

"Good afternoon," the woman greeted, standing up as they entered. "I'm Jean, the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius. A pleasure to finally meet you, Tayden." Her voice was calm but carried a wave of authority. "Please, have a seat."

Tayden inclined his head slightly in respect and moved to sit in one of the chairs facing her desk, Eula taking the seat beside him. As he settled into the chair, Jean continued the introductions.

"To my right is Lisa, our Head Librarian and a trusted advisor." Jean gestured to a woman with green eyes and long, flowing hair, who smiled warmly at Tayden, he shivered as he sees her staring at him, like she's peering into his soul.

"And to my left," Jean added, turning to the man leaning casually against the wall, "is Kaeya, our Cavalry Captain."

Kaeya, gave a mock salute. "Pleasure to meet you, Tayden. I've heard quite a bit about you."

Tayden nodded politely, trying not to let Kaeya's playful demeanor unsettle him. Kaeya looked friendly enough but he felt something unsettling coming from him, so he kept his guard up.

Jean returned to her seat, her expression becoming more serious. "We've called this meeting to get a better understanding of your situation, Tayden," she began. "Eula has spoken highly of your efforts to integrate into Mondstadt, and we've received positive reports from the Adventurers' Guild regarding the commissions you've completed."

Tayden felt a small wave of relief at her words, but he knew that isn't everything. "Thank you, Acting Grand Master," he said, careful to keep his tone respectful.

Jean gave a slight nod before continuing. "However, there are still many unknowns. We know little about your past, your skills, or how you came to be here in Mondstadt. For now, you've been welcomed into Mondstadt as a guest, but we need to ensure that you dont have any, ill intent towards Mondstadt.."

Tayden's heart skipped a beat at her directness, but he quickly composed himself. "I understand. I've just been trying to settle down a bit. I've been trying to contribute by taking on commissions and training with Eula."

Jean smiled faintly at his response. "That's good to hear. But to properly assess your capabilities, we need to know more about you." She glanced at Lisa, who leaned forward slightly, her interest clearly piqued.

"So, Tayden," Lisa began, her voice smooth and almost teasing, "you've certainly made an impression on the city. But I'm curious—what were you doing before you came to Mondstadt? Any particular skills or experiences that we should know about?"

Tayden felt a bead of sweat form on his brow. He had rehearsed this moment in his mind many times, carefully crafting a vague backstory that wouldn't raise too many questions. "I… traveled a lot,", choosing his words carefully. "I used to live with my parents in my village before being taken by treasure hoarders, I've traveled for quite a while and that gave me a couple survival skills and mediocre fighting abilitt."

Lisa's eyes twinkled with curiosity, but she didn't press further, letting his words hang in the air. Kaeya, however, was not so easily satisfied.

"Interesting," Kaeya drawled, pushing off from the wall and taking a few steps closer. "But surely someone as capable as you must have picked up a few tricks beyond basic survival. Perhaps something… unusual? Any strange encounters since arriving in Mondstadt?"

Tayden's pulse quickened. He knew this was Kaeya's way of fishing for information, trying to catch him off guard. "Nothing too out of the ordinary," Tayden replied, forcing a casual tone. "Just the usual—dealing with Hilichurls, helping out with small tasks, and fighting a weird flower that popped out from the ground."

Kaeya's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, before he finally shrugged. "Well, Mondstadt is a place full of surprises. I'm sure you'll find plenty to keep you busy."

Jean interjected before the conversation could delve any deeper. " While we still have some suspicions, for now we have seen that you are not a threat. What matters now is your future here in Mondstadt. I believe that with continued guidance and training, you could become a valuable asset to the city."

She paused, her gaze steady and authoritative. "For now, we'll continue to monitor your progress. I'll be assigning you more tasks through the Adventurers' Guild, and Eula will be monitoring your stay for now. Also regarding your place of stay, you are allowed to use it for another month but after that you have to find another place to live in. With that all out of the way, while it may seem like we see you as a threat, know this—should you ever need assistance or find yourself in trouble, the Knights of Favonius are here to help. We only ask for your honesty and cooperation in return."

Tayden nodded, feeling the weight of her words. "Thank you, Acting Grand Master. I appreciate the trust you've shown me, and I'll do my best to live up to it."

Jean's expression softened slightly. "We're all part of Mondstadt now, Tayden. We look after our own. You're free to go, but we'll be in touch."

With that, the meeting was concluded. Tayden and Eula rose from their seats, and as they made their way out of the office, Tayden couldn't shake the feeling that he had narrowly escaped something—though what, he couldn't quite put his finger on.

As the door closed behind them, Tayden let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. The meeting had gone better than he expected, but the lingering tension reminded him that he was still walking a tightrope, and one misstep could send everything crashing down.

[After Tayden and Eula leave the room]

As the door closed behind Tayden and Eula, the room fell into a brief silence. Jean remained seated, her fingers lightly tapping the surface of her desk as she gazed thoughtfully at the door. After a moment, she let out a soft sigh and leaned back in her chair.

"Well," she began, her voice measured, "what do you both make of him?"

Lisa, who had been watching Tayden with a curious smile throughout the meeting, was the first to speak. "He's certainly an interesting one," she mused, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "There's something… different about him. His answers were careful, almost too careful. But then again, he could just be someone with a lot to hide."

Kaeya, who had returned to his spot against the wall, folded his arms and smirked. "I agree. He's hiding something, no doubt about that. But what interests me more is how well he's handling himself. Most people would have slipped up under pressure, but he managed to keep his story straight. It's almost like he's had practice."

Jean frowned slightly, considering Kaeya's words. "It's possible that he's just cautious, especially if he's not from around here. Mondstadt has always been a place that attracts wanderers and travelers. But even so, I can't shake the feeling that there's more to him than he's letting on."

Lisa nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowing slightly as she thought. "Did you notice how he responded when we asked about his past? He was vague, but not evasive. Almost as if he's rehearsed those answers before."

Kaeya chuckled, his tone light but with an edge of curiosity. "It's like he's walking a fine line, trying to blend in without drawing too much attention. But the more he tries to fit in, the more he stands out. It's quite the paradox."

Jean turned her chair slightly, looking out of the window at the city below. "We'll need to keep a close eye on him," she said quietly. "Eula has already taken him under her wing, and she's not one to take such responsibilities lightly. If he's truly here with good intentions, he could be a valuable ally. But if there's more to his story—something dangerous—we need to be prepared."

Lisa leaned forward, her playful demeanor giving way to a more serious tone. "Do you think he's a threat, Jean?"

Jean was silent for a moment. Finally, she shook her head. "I'm not sure. But it's our duty to protect Mondstadt. We need to be vigilant. For now, we'll continue to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I want regular updates on his activities. If anything seems off, we need to know immediately."

Kaeya's grin widened slightly. "Understood, Acting Grand Master. I'll keep my eyes and ears open. Who knows, maybe our mysterious newcomer will reveal his secrets sooner rather than later."

Lisa sighed, her smile returning as she leaned back in her chair. "Let's just hope that whatever secrets he's hiding don't bring trouble to our doorstep. We've had enough of that lately."

Jean gave a small nod, "Indeed. We've been through enough."

—

Tayden and Eula exited the Knights of Favonius headquarters, stepping out into the cool afternoon air. The tension from the meeting still lingered, and Tayden couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in his gut. The towering walls of Mondstadt, which had once felt protective, now seemed to close in around him, a constant reminder of the eyes that were watching his every move.

As they walked down the steps, Eula glanced at Tayden, noticing the slight furrow in his brow. "You didn't embarrass yourself too badly in there," she remarked, her tone carrying that familiar mix of teasing and seriousness. "Jean and the others can be... thorough in their questioning, but you managed to avoid making a complete fool of yourself."

Tayden offered a small, sheepish smile. "Thanks, I think. It's just hard not to feel like I'm walking on eggshells. I'm trying to fit in, but sometimes it feels like the more I try, the more I stick out."

Eula huffed, crossing her arms as they walked. "Well, maybe if you weren't so suspiciously mysterious, you wouldn't have to worry about sticking out." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, the hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "But then again, I suppose I shouldn't be too hard on you. You've made some progress, at least."

Tayden sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, I get that. I just… I don't want to mess this up. I'm starting to like it here. The people, the city… it's starting to feel like a place I could actually belong."

Eula's smirk softened slightly, though she quickly turned her head away as if trying to hide it. "Mondstadt values freedom, but it also values trust. You've made a good impression so far, but people here are cautious. That doesn't mean you should get too comfortable, though. If you mess up, I'll be the first to remind you." Her tone was stern, but there was an underlying warmth to her words.

They continued walking in silence for a while, the sounds of the city filling the gaps in their conversation. Tayden could see the citizens of Mondstadt going about their daily lives, their faces familiar now after the past week. He had started to learn names, share small conversations, and even earned a few smiles and nods of recognition. It was what he had wanted—to be part of something, to belong—but the fear of slipping up and revealing too much was a constant shadow over his thoughts.

As they reached a quieter part of the city, near the edge of Mondstadt's walls, Tayden finally spoke again. "Eula… have you ever felt like you're hiding something from everyone around you? Something that, if people found out, they'd never look at you the same way again?"

Eula stopped walking, turning to face him fully. Her expression was unreadable for a moment, her eyes searching his face as if trying to decipher his meaning. Then, with a small sigh, she folded her arms across her chest, adopting a more defensive posture. "What kind of question is that? Of course, I've dealt with things like that. You think I'm just some knight with a fancy claymore and a chip on my shoulder?"

Tayden blinked, slightly taken aback. "No, I didn't mean—"

"Well, you should know that carrying a burden isn't an excuse for weakness," Eula cut him off, her voice firm. "I have a reputation to uphold. My family's history isn't exactly a secret, and I've had to live with that every day of my life. But it's not like I care what people think." She paused, her tone softening slightly, though she still tried to maintain her aloof demeanor. "What matters is how you choose to carry that burden."

Tayden listened, absorbing her words. He knew a little about Eula's past, about the weight she bore because of her family's reputation. It was one of the things he admired about her—the way she carried herself with such strength, even when people judged her unfairly.

Eula continued, her voice still holding that mix of harshness and hidden kindness. "If you're hiding something because you think it will protect you, that's one thing. But if you're hiding it because you're afraid of what people will think… well, that fear can eat away at you. You should be more concerned about earning my vengeance than their judgment."

Tayden felt a lump form in his throat, her words hitting closer to home than he'd expected. "But what if… what if trusting them means risking everything?"

Eula tilted her head slightly, her gaze narrowing as if she were studying him. "Then you have to decide if the risk is worth it. Only you can make that choice. But if you do something foolish and it ends badly, I'll be there to remind you of it—because I won't let you forget. Vengeance will be mine."

Despite her stern tone, there was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes, and Tayden couldn't help but chuckle. "You and your vengeance, Eula. I'll have to keep that in mind."

Eula tried to maintain her serious expression but soon found herself laughing softly with him. It was a rare moment of levity between them, a sign that despite her tough exterior, Eula did care about him in her own way.

Finally, Eula placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip firm and reassuring. "Just remember, whatever you're dealing with, you're not alone. You've got people here who care about you—myself included. And if you ever need to talk… well, don't expect me to go easy on you, but I'll listen."

Tayden nodded, grateful for her support, even if he wasn't ready to open up completely. "Thanks, Eula. That means a lot."

She quickly pulled her hand back, her usual aloofness returning. "Enough of this emotional talk. You still owe me for dragging me out of my way today. You'd better treat me to a decent meal."

Tayden chuckled, the tension easing slightly. "Yeah, I guess I could use a good meal. But you're not going to make me run laps after, are you?"

Eula smirked, her playful side emerging once more. "No promises. Consider it part of your debt repayment."

As they walked back toward the heart of the city, Tayden felt a little lighter, though the weight of his secrets still pressed down on him. He knew he couldn't keep hiding forever, but for now, he would take things one day at a time—one step closer to finding his place in this world.

—

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden light across Mondstadt as Tayden prepared for his latest commission. The day had been relatively peaceful, a welcome change after the intense scrutiny of his meeting with the Knights of Favonius. Tayden found himself assigned to help protect a group of merchants traveling from Mondstadt to Springvale. It was a simple escort mission. A quiet day would give him time to think, to process everything that had happened so far.

As he approached the merchants' wagon, Tayden spotted the group gathered by the city gates. The merchants were a diverse bunch, each with their own quirks and personalities. He had met them briefly when he accepted the commission, but now, as they prepared to embark, he took a moment to observe them more closely.

The leader of the group was a stout man named Garet, whose belly shook when he laughed, and who had a warm, booming voice that carried even in the busiest parts of the city. He had been trading goods between Mondstadt and Springvale for years, and his jovial nature put everyone at ease. As Tayden approached, Garet gave him a wide grin. "Ah, there you are, lad! Ready to keep us safe on the road?"

Tayden returned the smile, feeling some of his own tension ease in the man's presence. "I'll do my best, Garet. Looks like you've got quite a haul today."

Garet chuckled, patting the side of the wagon, which was piled high with crates and barrels. "Aye, it's been a good season. Wine from the Dawn Winery, some fine fabrics, and a few other odds and ends. But it's the people of Springvale who make it worthwhile. Always a warm welcome when we arrive."

Next to Garet was Alina, a slender woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense demeanor. She handled the logistics of the operation, ensuring that everything ran smoothly. Alina was quiet, but there was a steely determination in her eyes that Tayden couldn't help but admire. She was clearly the brains behind the operation, and nothing seemed to escape her notice.

"Tayden," Alina said, nodding to him as he approached. "You've been briefed on the route, correct? No delays, no detours. We need to reach Springvale before nightfall."

"Understood," Tayden replied, meeting her gaze. "I'll make sure we get there on time."

Beside Alina was Bram, a younger man with a mop of unruly brown hair and a constant look of curiosity on his face. Bram was new to the trade, having joined the caravan only a few months prior. He was eager and full of energy, always asking questions and trying to learn from the more experienced merchants. Despite his inexperience, he had a good heart and was quick to lend a hand.

Bram gave Tayden a friendly wave, his smile bright. "First time on an escort mission, huh? Don't worry, it's usually pretty boring. We've had a few run-ins with Hilichurls before, but nothing too serious."

Tayden appreciated Bram's attempt to reassure him, though he couldn't shake the feeling that something might go wrong today. "Let's hope it stays boring," Tayden replied, forcing a smile.

With the introductions and preparations complete, the group set off. The wagon creaked as it rolled down the road, the sound of the wooden wheels against the dirt a rhythmic backdrop to their journey. Tayden walked beside the wagon, his senses alert as he scanned the surrounding landscape. The route from Mondstadt to Springvale was well-traveled, but it wasn't without its dangers.

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As they made their way through the rolling hills and lush fields, the group fell into an easy rhythm. The wagon creaked along the dirt road, accompanied by the steady clop of the horses' hooves. Garet, ever the storyteller, took it upon himself to entertain the group with tales from his years on the road.

"Did I ever tell you about the time we were ambushed by a band of particularly nasty Hilichurls near the Wolvendom?" Garet began, his booming voice cutting through the quiet countryside.

"You mean the time you got lost because you refused to listen to the guide's directions?" Alina interjected with a smirk, her sharp eyes catching Garet's indignant expression.

Garet huffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Lost, schmost! We were simply taking the scenic route! Besides, it all worked out in the end, didn't it? We made it back to Mondstadt with all our goods intact, and I even managed to save a poor farmer's sheep from becoming a Hilichurl's dinner."

"Or so you say," Alina countered, raising an eyebrow. "From what I recall, it was the guide who scared off the Hilichurls while you were busy trying to untangle yourself from a bush."

Bram, who had been listening with wide eyes, burst into laughter at the mental image. "You got stuck in a bush, Garet? I wish I could've seen that!"

Garet grinned, taking the teasing in stride. "A minor inconvenience, lad, nothing more! The important thing is that I lived to tell the tale. And let me tell you, that guide could learn a thing or two about giving clear directions."

Tayden chuckled at their banter, finding himself relaxing in the warmth of their camaraderie. "Sounds like you've had quite a few close calls," he remarked, enjoying the light-heartedness of the conversation.

"Oh, more than a few!" Garet replied with a wink. "But that's just part of the job. Every trip is an adventure, and you never know what you'll encounter on the road. Keeps life interesting, don't you think?"

Alina shook her head, though there was a small smile on her lips. "Interesting isn't always a good thing, Garet. Some of us prefer our trips to be uneventful."

"Where's the fun in that?" Bram chimed in, clearly enthralled by Garet's stories. "I mean, sure, it can be dangerous, but isn't that what makes it exciting? Like, you never know what's going to happen next!"

Tayden couldn't help but smile at Bram's enthusiasm. The young man's eagerness reminded him of himself when he first started exploring the world beyond his hometown. "You've got a point, Bram," Tayden said, nodding. "There's something about the unknown that keeps you on your toes. "

"Exactly!" Bram agreed, his eyes shining with excitement. "That's why I'm always ready for anything. I've got my pack, my knife, and a good sense of direction. Well, most of the time, anyway." He grinned sheepishly.

Garet let out a hearty laugh. "You'll do just fine, lad. Just remember, it's not the gear that gets you through—it's your wits and the people you've got by your side."

Alina nodded in agreement, her expression softening as she looked at Bram. "Garet's right. You can't predict everything that'll happen out here, but as long as you stay sharp and work together, you'll be able to handle whatever comes your way."

Tayden felt a warmth in his chest at the exchange. These people, though they were strangers not long ago, were quickly becoming more than just traveling companions. Their easygoing nature made the journey feel less like a job and more like a shared adventure.

For a while, Tayden allowed himself to forget about everything else. He laughed at Garet's exaggerated tales, exchanged knowing glances with Alina when the older man's stories veered too far from reality, and joined in Bram's enthusiasm as they speculated on what might await them in Springvale.

The sun continued its slow descent toward the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as the group pressed on. The peace of the moment, the bond forming between them—it all felt right, like Tayden was finally finding his place in this strange new world.

But as they neared the halfway point of their journey, the air grew colder, a chill breeze sweeping across the fields. Tayden's instincts, honed through his recent training with Eula, began to prick with unease. He slowed his pace, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the horizon.

Garet noticed the change in Tayden's demeanor and raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong, lad?"

"I'm not sure," Tayden replied, his voice low. "But stay alert. There's something off."

Alina, ever vigilant, picked up on the tension as well. She tightened her grip on the reins, her eyes flicking to the treeline that bordered the road. "Do you think it's bandits?" she asked, her voice calm but edged with caution.

"Maybe," Tayden answered, though something deep inside him felt it was more than that. The air had taken on an unnatural chill, and an eerie stillness seemed to hang over the landscape. His eyes scanned the treeline, looking for any sign of movement.

Suddenly, Bram, who had been trailing behind the wagon, froze. His face drained of color as he pointed a trembling finger toward the shadows beneath the trees. "No… it's worse. Much worse," he stammered.

Following Bram's gaze, Tayden squinted into the dimness. For a moment, he saw nothing, but then a figure emerged from the shadows, gliding forward with a chilling grace. It was cloaked in tattered robes that billowed as if caught in an unseen wind, and its face was obscured by a hood. In one hand, the figure clutched a staff, from which a glowing, icy orb pulsed with malevolent energy.

"It's an Abyss Mage!" Alina hissed, her voice tense. "Cryo, from the looks of it."

Tayden felt a spike of fear shoot through him. He had never heard of an Abyss Mage before, but the reaction of the others told him all he needed to know—it was bad news. Very bad news.

"What's an Abyss Mage?" Tayden asked, trying to keep his voice steady even as he felt the oppressive cold intensify.

"No time for explanations!" Garet barked, his usual jovial tone no where to be seen. "We need to defend ourselves. Alina, Bram, get behind the wagon! Tayden, stay with us—we'll need every hand to fend it off!"

Alina and Bram scrambled to take cover behind the wagon, while Tayden found himself rooted to the spot, staring at the Abyss Mage as it advanced. The chill in the air deepened, and frost began to form on the ground beneath the creature's feet. The Cryo Abyss Mage lifted its staff, and with a low, echoing chant, it unleashed its first attack.

A bolt of ice shot from the orb atop the Abyss Mage's staff, aimed directly at the wagon. The air around the bolt crackled with freezing energy, and Tayden barely had time to react. He dove forward, knocking Bram out of the way just as the ice bolt slammed into the side of the wagon, splintering wood and sending a spray of icy shards in all directions.

Tayden hit the ground hard, the cold biting into his skin even through his clothes. He scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in rapid bursts that fogged the air in front of him. "We're in trouble," he muttered under his breath, feeling the weight of the situation press down on him.

"Stay focused!" Alina snapped, her voice sharp as she crouched beside the wagon, her bow already drawn. She loosed an arrow, aiming for the Abyss Mage's glowing orb, but the creature flicked its staff, conjuring a barrier of swirling ice that deflected the arrow with ease.

Garet, wielding a hefty battleaxe that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, let out a roar as he charged forward. "I'll keep it busy! Tayden, cover Alina and Bram!"

Garet swung his axe at the Abyss Mage, the blade cleaving through the cold air. The Abyss Mage moved with eerie fluidity, sidestepping the blow with a grace that belied its ghostly appearance. It retaliated with a sweeping arc of its staff, sending a wave of icy wind toward Garet.

Garet grunted as the cold blast struck him, frost forming on his armor and slowing his movements. But the man was as tough as they came, and he shook off the cold with a snarl, pressing the attack.

Tayden, meanwhile, had drawn his sword, though he felt a deep sense of unease. The others knew what they were up against, but he was out of his depth. The Abyss Mage was unlike anything he had ever encountered, and its power was palpable, an oppressive force that seemed to chill the very blood in his veins.

The Abyss Mage sent another volley of ice bolts toward the group, and Tayden instinctively raised his sword to deflect them. The first bolt struck his blade, sending a jolt of cold through his arm and nearly knocking the sword from his grip. The second and third bolts came in quick succession, and Tayden barely managed to deflect them, the impacts numbing his hands.

Alina fired another arrow, this time aimed at the ground beneath the Abyss Mage. The arrow struck the dirt and exploded into a burst of flame—a trick arrow, designed to disrupt the creature's concentration. The fire licked at the edges of the Abyss Mage's robes, causing it to flinch and momentarily drop its guard.

Seeing his opportunity, Garet lunged forward with his axe, aiming for the creature's staff. The blade connected with a resounding crack, sending the staff clattering to the ground. The Abyss Mage let out a shriek of rage, its hooded head snapping toward Garet.

"Now!" Garet shouted, but before he could finish his command, the Abyss Mage unleashed a blast of icy wind that sent him sprawling backward, his axe slipping from his grasp.

Tayden's heart pounded in his chest as he saw Garet fall. The situation was spiraling out of control, and he knew he had to act. He couldn't let the others get hurt—he couldn't let them die because of his hesitation.

Gritting his teeth, Tayden focused inward. "Switch on!" , feeling the familiar surge of energy flood his body as he entered demon mode.

Instantly, his senses sharpened. The cold that had been sapping his strength seemed to recede, and his movements became faster, more fluid. He could feel the power coursing through his veins, driving him forward.

The Abyss Mage had regained its staff and was preparing another spell when Tayden rushed it, moving with a speed that surprised even him. He closed the distance in a heartbeat, his sword flashing as he struck at the creature's barrier.

The barrier held, but Tayden didn't relent. He struck again and again, each blow delivered with precise, unyielding force. Cracks began to form in the ice, and the Abyss Mage let out a furious screech, its orb flaring with cold light.

"Fall back!" Alina shouted, recognizing the telltale signs of a powerful attack.

Tayden heard her warning but didn't retreat. Instead, he pressed harder, his sword hammering against the barrier until, with a final, resounding strike, it shattered.

The Abyss Mage staggered back, momentarily exposed. Tayden seized the opening, lunging forward with a savage cry. His blade arced through the air, aimed at the creature's hooded head.

But just as his sword was about to connect, the Abyss Mage reacted, its staff flaring with a desperate burst of energy. A wave of freezing wind exploded outward, catching Tayden full in the chest and sending him hurtling backward. He hit the ground hard, the force of the impact knocking the air from his lungs. As he struggled to push himself up, a cold, sinister laugh echoed through the air.

Tayden gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the pain that radiated through his body. The Abyss Mage was far more powerful than anything he had faced before, and it wasn't done yet. The air around him seemed to freeze, and Tayden barely had time to react before a jagged spike of ice shot from the Abyss Mage's staff, striking his left arm.

The cold was excruciating, spreading rapidly from the point of impact. Tayden gasped as his arm began to freeze, the ice creeping up from his wrist to his shoulder. Within seconds, his entire arm was encased in solid ice, rendering it completely immobile.

Tayden tried to break his hand out of the ice, but even his enhanced strength couldn't break the ice that bound his arm. He was now forced to fight with only one arm, and the odds were quickly turning against him.

The Abyss Mage, sensing its advantage, unleashed another barrage of icy blasts. Tayden dodged as best he could, but the ice around his arm slowed him down, throwing off his balance. One of the blasts struck his frozen arm directly, and with a sickening crack, the ice shattered.

Tayden cried out in pain as his arm was obliterated, shards of ice mixed with fragments of bone and flesh scattering across the ground. He fell to his knees, clutching the stump where his arm had been, his vision blurring from the shock.

Garet, Alina, and Bram watched in horror as Tayden's arm was destroyed. "Tayden!" Bram screamed, his voice filled with panic. "We have to help him!"

But the Abyss Mage wasn't finished. It raised its staff once more, intending to deliver a final, killing blow to the now defenseless Tayden. The cold energy around it intensified, forming a deadly vortex of ice that swirled around the mage.

Alina was the first to react, her fear turning into a steely resolve. "We can't let it kill him!" she shouted, grabbing another of her trick arrows and dipping the edge in the remains of pyro slimes before firing it directly at the Abyss Mage. The fiery arrow struck the ice barrier surrounding the mage, causing it to momentarily weaken.

"Now!" Garet roared, his voice filled with fury as he charged at the Abyss Mage with his battleaxe raised high. He swung with all his might, the force of the blow shattering the weakened barrier and cleaving into the mage's torso. The Abyss Mage shrieked in pain, its form flickering as dark energy began to leak from its wounds.

Bram, shaking off his fear, followed Garet's lead. He grabbed a long wooden staff from the wagon and swung it at the Abyss Mage, catching it across the head and further destabilizing its form.

The combined assault proved too much for the Abyss Mage. It let out one final, despairing cry as its body dissolved into a swirl of frost and shadow, dissipating into the cold air. The battle was over.

Panting and trembling from the effort, Garet, Alina, and Bram turned their attention to Tayden, who was still on his knees, cradling the stump of his left arm. Blood soaked the ground around him, and his face was pale from shock and pain.

Garet rushed to Tayden's side, his hands shaking as he tried to assess the damage. "Tayden, hang on! We'll get you back to Mondstadt! We'll find a healer!"

But as Garet reached out to help Tayden, something impossible began to happen. Before their eyes, the torn flesh at Tayden's shoulder began to regenerate. New muscle and sinew knitted themselves together at an astonishing rate, followed by skin and bone. Within moments, the arm was fully restored, as if it had never been damaged at all.

The three merchants stared in stunned silence, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed. Alina was the first to speak, her voice trembling with disbelief. "That's… impossible. How… how did you…?"

Tayden, still reeling from the pain and the shock of his near-death experience, looked down at his newly restored arm. He flexed his fingers, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. He had knew that his regeneration was strong, but this was the first time it had been so visible, so undeniable.

Bram stumbled backward, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. "What… what are you? How can you just… grow a new arm like that?"

Garet, too, was at a loss for words. The jovial, larger-than-life man seemed smaller now, as if the weight of what he had just seen was too much for him to bear. "Tayden… what are you?"

Tayden swallowed hard, realizing that there was no easy way to explain what had just happened. He had been careful to keep his powers hidden, but now, there was no denying that he was different—very different.

"I…" Tayden began, struggling to find the right words. "I don't know how to explain it. It's… something I've had since I got here. I didn't want to scare anyone, so I've kept it hidden. But I couldn't let that thing kill us. I had to do something."

He braced himself for their questions, for the inevitable fear and suspicion that would follow. But to his surprise, none of them pressed him for details.

Garet was the first to speak, his voice rough but sincere. "Whatever it is you've got, lad, I'm just glad you were here. If you hadn't stepped in when you did, we might all be dead. So… thank you. Thank you for risking your life for us."

Tayden blinked, taken aback by Garet's words. He had expected fear, maybe even rejection, but the gratitude in Garet's voice was genuine. The older man's face, though still pale from the shock of the battle, held nothing but appreciation.

Alina nodded in agreement, her sharp eyes softening as she looked at Tayden. "Garet's right. We've all got things we'd rather keep to ourselves, and I respect that. You don't owe us an explanation, Tayden. What matters is that you saved us when it counted. I'm not going to pry."

Bram, who had been the most visibly shaken, seemed to have regained some of his composure. He gave Tayden a small, tentative smile. "Yeah… I mean, it was scary to see what happened, but you were only trying to help us. That's what counts, right? Also we promise to not tell anyone about your weird ability thing"

Tayden felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had been so worried about how they would react, but here they were, accepting him despite what they had seen.

"Thank you," Tayden had trouble finding words. "I… dont know what to say.."

Garet clapped him on the shoulder, his grin returning despite the tension still lingering in the air. "Well, you did more than enough, lad. We owe you our lives, and that's not something we'll forget. Now, what do you say we finish this trip and get to Springvale? I think we could all use a drink after this."

The others nodded in agreement, the gravity of the situation slowly giving way to the need to keep moving. The wagon was still damaged, but it was functional, and they didn't want to linger any longer than necessary.

With a final, shared look of understanding, the group resumed their journey. The tension that had hung in the air after the battle began to dissipate as they moved forward, the road ahead seeming less daunting with each step.

Tayden walked alongside the wagon, his thoughts racing but his heart lighter. He had been ready to face rejection, but instead, he had found acceptance—something he had been searching for since he arrived in this world. The knowledge that his secret was safe with these people, that they didn't see him as a monster, filled him with a quiet sense of gratitude.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the road, the group continued on their way to Springvale. The conversation gradually returned, though it was quieter, more subdued, as they processed the events of the day.

Bram, who had been walking beside Tayden, eventually broke the silence with a hesitant question. "Do you think there will be more of those… Abyss Mages?"

Tayden glanced at the young man, seeing the lingering fear in his eyes. "I don't know," he admitted, "but I think we should be prepared just in case. Whatever happens, we'll face it together, right?"

Bram nodded, looking reassured. "Right."

The journey to Springvale took on a more reflective tone after that, each of them lost in their own thoughts. But the bond they had formed during the battle held them together, a silent understanding that they could rely on each other no matter what.

When they finally reached Springvale, the sun had just set, casting the village in the soft glow of twilight. The people of Springvale welcomed them warmly, offering food and shelter, and the tension of the day began to fade away completely.

As they settled in for the night, Tayden found himself thinking about todays events, his ability got found ot by people but they didnt seem to mind. Though as the night went on, he couldnt sleep. Thinking about his powers being known and getting him into trouble was alot on his mind.

—

Tayden walked through the bustling streets of Mondstadt, his eyes flitting from one face to another, never lingering too long. He kept his head down, his movements hurried, as if the faster he moved, the less chance there was of someone noticing him. The usual warmth of the city felt distant, the lively chatter and familiar scents doing little to ease the tightness in his chest.

It had been a long journey back from Springvale, made heavier by the unease that had settled over him like a shroud. Garet and the other's had kept their word, saying nothing about what they had witnessed, but the memory of their shocked faces stuck withhim. He had spent the night turning it over in his mind, the anxiety gnawing at him, refusing to let him rest.

As Tayden approached his small house, he caught sight of Eula standing by the door. Her arms were crossed, her posture as rigid as ever.

She turned as he neared, her gaze sharp and searching. "You're back later than expected," she said, her voice steady, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. "I got a report about your group being attacked by an Abyss Mage. Are you alright?"

Tayden froze for a split second, his breath catching in his throat. He forced a smile. "Yeah, everything's fine," trying to keep his tone light. "Just took a bit longer to wrap things up."

Eula didn't seem convinced. She took a step closer, her gaze narrowing as she studied him. "You don't look fine," she said bluntly. "Something happened, didn't it?"

Tayden shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny, his hand instinctively reaching to rub his left arm—the arm that had been shattered. "It was… intense," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "But we made it through."

Eula's frown deepened. "You're hiding something." It wasn't a question. "The report mentioned you got separated during the fight. Is there more to it than you're letting on?"

Tayden's heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the weight of her words pressing down on him, but he kept his expression as neutral as possible. "It was just a close call, that's all. The others are fine, and I'm fine. We handled it."

Eula stared at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words. Finally, she sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing just a fraction. "If you say so," she said, though her tone suggested she wasn't convinced. "But you're acting strange, Tayden. If something's wrong, you can tell me."

Tayden avoided her gaze, focusing instead on the cobblestones beneath his feet. "I'm just tired," he muttered. "It was a long night."

Eula stepped closer, her voice softer, but no less firm. "Tayden, you're not fooling anyone. You're clearly shaken. If there's something going on, you can tell me"

Tayden clenched his fists, his mind racing for a way out of the conversation. "Really, Eula, I'm fine. I just need some rest, that's all."

Eula remained silent for a moment, her eyes never leaving his face. She let out another sigh, though this time it was more resigned than frustrated. "Alright," she said, stepping back slightly, giving him some space. "But don't think for a second that I'm not keeping an eye on you. And if you need to talk… you know where to find me."

Tayden nodded, the tightness in his chest easing slightly as she relented. "Thanks, Eula. I appreciate it."

She didn't respond immediately, but the look in her eyes softened, just a little. "Get some rest, training is cancelled for today." she said finally, turning to leave. "And don't do anything reckless."

Tayden watched as she walked away, the tension slowly draining from his body. He let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair as he entered his home. The warmth of the familiar space did little to ease his lingering anxiety, but at least here, he could finally relax alone.

—

Tayden drifted into sleep, his mind still buzzing with the day's events. But as soon as his consciousness slipped away, he found himself once again in the dimly lit, unsettling room from before—the Infinity Castle. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and something metallic, but the oppressive atmosphere felt almost familiar now.

"Back so soon?" a voice called out, smooth and dripping with casual confidence.

Tayden turned to see his double lounging in one of the grotesque, fleshy chairs that had sprouted from the floor. His doubles red eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched Tayden take in his surroundings.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite doppelgänger," Tayden muttered, half to himself.

Double grinned, flashing sharp teeth. "I see you're getting stronger. Impressive progress, Tayden."

Tayden rolled his eyes, trying to push down the unease that still crept up his spine every time he saw this eerie version of himself. "Yeah, yeah. Speaking of names, I need to call you something other than 'my double' or 'you.' How about… Steve?"

The double's, expression flattened immediately. "No."

"Okay, okay," Tayden said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "What about… Jarvis? You could be like my personal AI, guiding me through my demonic journey."

He shot him a deadpan look. "I'm not your butler, and I don't fetch coffee."

Tayden chuckled, finding a bit of humor in the bizarre situation. "Alright, how about Emanuel? Sounds kind of classy, right?"

The Double groaned, leaning back in his chair. "Do I look like I wear a monocle and sip tea in the afternoon? Try again."

Tayden smirked, clearly enjoying this more than he should. "Okay, how about… Demon Dude?"

His eye twitched. "No."

Tayden laughed, waving a hand dismissively. "Alright, alright. I'll stick with TD for now. Keeps it simple."

"Finally, some sense," TD muttered, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "Now that we've settled that, let's talk about something more important. You've been getting stronger, and I'm here to give you an update on your progress."

Tayden crossed his arms, intrigued despite himself. "So, what's my power level, TD? Can I lift mountains yet?"

"Not quite," TD said with a chuckle. "But you can hold demon mode for about ten minutes now. Your body is adapting, getting stronger, but you've got a long way to go."

Tayden frowned, something bothering him. "If I'm already a demon, why do I need to train to hold demon mode? Shouldn't it just come naturally?"

TD leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "You're a demon, yes, but there's more to it. Your soul is still in the process of absorbing Muzan's soul. Right now, your soul has dominion, which is why you're in control and not some rampaging beast, this is also why you don't have the insane urge to eat human flesh, well other then the hilicurls that one time. But anyways, this merging process isn't instant. It's gradual, and it's changing your body."

Tayden raised an eyebrow. "Changing my body how?"

"The merging is altering you on a fundamental level," TD explained. "Your body is becoming more demonic, but it's not fully there yet. If I didn't limit how much power you can bring out, your body wouldn't be able to handle it. Your cells would start disintegrating, one by one. The demonization process is intense, and your body needs time to adapt. "

Tayden's stomach twisted at the thought. "So, what happens if my body isn't strong enough when the merge completes?"

TD's gaze darkened slightly. "It won't be pleasant, to say the least. Your body could reject the transformation, leading to… well, let's just say it's better not to find out. That's why you need to train—to ensure your body can handle the full extent of your powers when the time comes."

Tayden nodded slowly, the gravity of the situation settling over him like a heavy blanket. "Got it. Keep training, or face a very messy end."

"Exactly, also another you should know is that because of Teyvat's weird elemental energy, I get the feeling that if our head got cut off by someone using a elemental infused attack, it could actually kill us. While it's just a feeling i have, i dont think you want to test that any time soon yeah?" TD said, leaning back again, his tone lightening. "But enough of the doom and gloom. I've noticed you're getting close to that Eula character. What's that all about?"

Tayden's eyes widened, and he felt his face heat up. "W-What? It's not like that!"

TD smirked, clearly enjoying Tayden's discomfort. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say. It's just interesting, that's all. She seems to care about you more than you realize."

Tayden shook his head, trying to dispel the awkwardness. "It's weird being teased by myself, you know that?"

TD chuckled, the sound echoing in the eerie room. "It's part of my charm. But seriously, Tayden, you should trust her more. She's not just watching over you because she was told to. She actually cares about you. I can tell."

Tayden sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. It's just… hard to let someone in, especially with everything that's going on. What if she finds out about my powers?"

"Then she finds out," TD said simply. "And she'll deal with it. Eula's stronger than you think, and she's not the type to abandon someone she cares about. You've been through a lot, but you don't have to go through it alone."

Tayden looked down, the weight of TD's words settling in. "Yeah… maybe you're right."

TD grinned, leaning back in his chair with an air of satisfaction. "Of course I'm right. I'm you, after all."

Tayden rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks, TD."

"Anytime, Tayden. Now get some rest. You've got a lot of work ahead of you."

With that, the dream began to fade, the Infinity Castle dissolving into darkness. Tayden felt the familiar pull of consciousness, dragging him back to the waking world. But this time, the weight on his shoulders felt a little lighter, the path ahead a little clearer

—

Three days had passed since Tayden's last encounter with TD, and while the information he'd received had been helpful, it also weighed heavily on his mind. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became about the merging of his soul with Muzan's. But despite his concerns, he had thrown himself into his daily routines—commissions, training, and trying to adapt to life in Mondstadt.

The morning sun filtered through the clouds, casting a soft, golden light over the city. Tayden was making his way through the bustling streets, feeling the warmth of the day on his skin. He had just finished a commission and was planning to head back to his temporary home when he spotted a familiar figure near the Knights of Favonius headquarters.

Eula was standing with her arms crossed, her usual stern expression in place as she spoke with one of the knights. Tayden noticed the slight furrow in her brow, a telltale sign that something was on her mind. Curious, he approached her, weaving through the crowd with ease.

"Hey, Eula," Tayden called out, raising a hand in greeting.

Eula turned, her expression softening slightly when she saw him. "Tayden," she acknowledged with a nod. "Finished with your commission?"

"Yeah," Tayden replied, stopping a few feet away from her. "Just wrapped it up. What about you? You look like you're deep in thought."

Eula's gaze flicked to the knight she had been speaking with before she dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "Just the usual knightly duties," she said, her tone measured. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Tayden raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to it than she was letting on. "You sure? You've got that look on your face—the one you get when something's bothering you."

Eula shot him a pointed look, though there was no real heat behind it. "I don't have a 'look,' Tayden."

He chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the nearby wall. "Sure you don't. Just like how you don't secretly enjoy the sticky honey roast at Good Hunter."

Eula's eyes narrowed, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward. "I don't 'secretly' enjoy anything. I'm very open about my preferences."

"Uh-huh, sure," Tayden said, clearly enjoying teasing her. "Anyway, what's really going on? You seem… off."

Eula hesitated for a moment, as if weighing whether or not to share what was on her mind. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders relaxing just a bit. "There have been reports of increased Abyss Order activity near Mondstadt. Nothing too alarming yet, but it's enough to keep us on high alert."

Tayden frowned, his thoughts flashing back to the encounter with the Abyss Mage a few days ago. "The Abyss Order… They're the ones with those creepy mages, right?"

"Yes," Eula confirmed, her expression growing more serious. "They're a constant threat, always lurking in the shadows. We've managed to keep them at bay so far, but they're persistent. We can't afford to let our guard down."

Tayden nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Makes sense. You guys have your hands full."

Eula glanced at him, her sharp blue eyes studying his face. "And you, Tayden? How have you been handling things? You've seemed… distracted lately."

Tayden stiffened slightly, caught off guard by her observation. He quickly forced a smile, trying to play it off. "Just getting used to everything, I guess. This whole adventuring thing is a bit more intense than I expected."

Eula didn't look convinced, but she didn't press the issue. Instead, she gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod. "Just don't push yourself too hard. I'd rather not have to drag you back to Mondstadt because you got in over your head."

Tayden laughed, the tension easing slightly. "I'll try to avoid that. Wouldn't want to ruin your day by making you babysit me."

Eula's lips quirked into a faint smile. "You're not a babysitting assignment, Tayden. You're… a friend. And I look out for my friends."

Tayden felt a warmth spread through his chest at her words. He hadn't realized how much he needed to hear that. "Thanks, Eula. I appreciate it."

She nodded again, her expression softening just a bit more. "Just remember that I'll have my vengeance if you make my life difficult."

Tayden grinned, playing along. "Oh, I'm quaking in my boots."

"You should be," Eula replied, but there was a lightness in her tone that hadn't been there before.

The two of them fell into a comfortable silence, the camaraderie between them growing a little stronger with each shared moment. But as they stood there, enjoying the calm, something began to change in the air around them.

The wind picked up, swirling through the streets with an unexpected intensity. The sky, which had been clear just moments ago, darkened as ominous clouds rolled in. Tayden looked up, frowning as the first drops of rain began to fall, each one heavier than the last.

"This doesn't look good," he muttered, a sense of unease creeping over him.

Eula's expression shifted instantly, "We need to get inside. Now."

Before they could react further, a knight came sprinting toward them, his face drained of color, his breath coming in panicked gasps. "Captain Eula! It's another Stormterror attack!"

The words hit Tayden like a punch to the gut. He had heard of Stormterror—the dragon that terrorized Mondstadt—but he never expected to be caught in one of its attacks. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to process the sudden turn of events.

Eula didn't waste a second. She grabbed Tayden's hand, her grip firm and unyielding, and began pulling him toward one of the bunkers. "Move!" she ordered, her voice cutting through the rising wind.

The streets of Mondstadt were rapidly emptying as people rushed for cover, the growing storm sending a chill through the air. Tayden struggled to keep up with Eula's pace, his mind racing as they weaved through the panicked crowd. The wind whipped around them, howling through the narrow streets, and the rain began to fall in earnest, drenching them within moments.

They rounded a corner, the entrance to the bunker finally in sight. Just as they reached the heavy wooden doors, Tayden heard it—a deep, resonant roar that seemed to shake the very ground beneath them.

Instinctively, Tayden looked up, his eyes searching the stormy sky. Through the dark clouds, he saw it—a massive form, wings spread wide as it soared above the city. The dragon's scales shimmered in the faint light, its eyes glowing an eerie blue. Stormterror.

For a moment, Tayden was rooted to the spot, awe and fear battling for dominance in his mind. The sheer size of the creature was overwhelming, a reminder of the power that existed in this world—a power far beyond anything he had ever faced.

Eula tugged at his hand, breaking his trance. "Tayden, move!" she shouted, her voice barely audible over the roar of the wind and the dragon's cry.

Shaking off his shock, Tayden went into the bunker with other people and saw that Eula was about to go out "Eula! Your going out there?!"

Standing at the entrance, Eula looks at Tayden "Its my duty as a knight to protect the citizens of Mondstadt!" Just before she closed the bunker door, she looked at Tayden "And don't do anything stupid and just stay in the bunker!" before the doors shut.

Another roar echoed through the sky. The darkness of the bunker swallowed them, and for a brief moment, the only sound was the heavy breathing of those who had made it inside.

But Tayden's heart was still racing, the image of the dragon seared into his mind. The world outside felt like a distant memory, a place where safety was an illusion. As the reality of the situation settled in

He realized then that the fight was just beginning..