Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

She gazed at him, not wanting to kill him, but simply wanting to talk to him.

impossible.

He is not Rustam.

Rustam is dead.

The woman stared coldly at Wendy and said chillingly, "Russtan is dead. He died five hundred years ago. He can't possibly still be alive!"

...

"Aren't you Rustan's lover?"

"Don't you love Rustan?"

Rosalyn.

Wendy said, her voice low and deep.

"Why are you so 'disappointed' and 'angry' when you hear that he is alive and that he is not dead?"

"You don't want to believe what I'm saying."

Wendy stared at the woman with her emerald blue eyes devoid of any emotion, and slowly said:

"Or is it that you don't actually want him to live?"

The girl's voice was very soft.

But it's as sharp as a dagger.

"You actually love the dead Rustan more than the living Rustan."

The woman was stunned.

why.

Why was she disappointed and angry? Why did she think this way?

Why was she unwilling to believe that Rustan had miraculously survived the disaster?

Why was she unwilling to believe what Wendy said? Why was she unwilling to admit that Kiyono Fuuin was Rustan?

The reason is actually quite simple, and she knows it very well in her heart.

Because I killed him.

Because he killed Kiyono Fuuin, he cannot be Rustan!

confusion.

Countless illusions flooded her mind, and countless images flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern. She felt the scorching heat of the flames again, as if she had returned to that scorched land, walking barefoot on the barren earth. The flames engulfed everything she passed by, and they also engulfed her heart.

The ice melted in the flames.

It's about to start burning again.

out of control.

Chaos, chaos, and hatred.

hatred.

Everything is a lie.

engulf.

Burn.

The suppressed flames began to boil again, and endless hellfire rose up. The woman trembled, and her half-exposed crimson mask shattered rapidly. The patterns of the flames flowed with terrifying streams of fire. She raised her eyes, and fire butterflies fluttered up, almost causing the leaden sky to fall.

The fluttering fire butterfly seemed to want to burn everything, including the lady herself.

"lie."

The pale blue eyes coldly looked down at Wendy, the depths of which held only empty killing intent. The fire witch reached out to grab Wendy, and fire butterflies danced along her slender wrist.

Never before have there been such terrifying flames.

Wendy was enveloped by a multitude of fiery butterflies, which swirled around her, their swirling flames coalescing into a raging inferno that licked at the sky. Wendy was trapped deep within the flames, her eyes calm and cold.

"Rosalyn...you've lost control."

The woman snapped her fingers, and the fire butterflies stopped circling. They trailed long plumes of smoke as they converged toward the center!

Roar--

The wind and fire perished together. The azure light and the blood-red flames clashed and collided, triggering a massive explosion. Vast swathes of seawater were evaporated by the high temperature, turning into billowing gas that continuously surged out, filling the field of vision.

When the white mist dissipated, the poet stood unharmed in the same spot.

The Stormterror lowered its neck, its dark blue wings covering Wendy's front. It hissed softly, and invisible winds swirled around it. Its dragon eyes were fixed on the lady, her clear reflection mirroring her image.

Hatred.

The dragon's eyes held only hatred.

Wendy stretched out her long, slender, fair hand and gently plucked the strings of the Sky Harp. The clear music echoed across the desolate sea, and all the winds responded to her call.

"Roar--"

A storm is coming.

The clear sky quickly darkened, the sunlight slowly receded, and the leaden sky seemed to hang low. Waves rose from nowhere on the sea, and the waves helplessly and hastily crashed against the rocks.

Mountain winds, valley winds, the slightly fishy sea breeze, the rustling breeze, the refreshing forest breeze, the howling hurricane between the cliffs... countless winds converge here, a thousand winds entwining the back of Tvalin, entwining its wings.

Roar.

Dvalin vanished from its spot, its six wings unfurling instantly. It soared into the air, leaving behind a trail of afterimages as it passed through countless layers of fire butterflies. The flames scorched its azure scales, only to be quickly blown away by the wind.

The flames covered its slender body.

Dvalin flapped its tail, flinging away the storms that clung to it. The entire beach seemed about to be swept away, and the endless storm destroyed everything in its path. The fire butterflies withered rapidly, struggling helplessly in the storm before finally losing their lives and falling limply to the ground, their flames extinguished.

One flame after another was extinguished, and the Thousand Winds had already pressed down on the lady.

Dragon...

Devil dragon.

The woman's almost manic eyes were filled with the image of the Wind Demon Dragon. Under the scorching heat of the hellfire, the boundary between reality and illusion had become blurred. She seemed to see the demon dragon from five hundred years ago again, the demon dragon that had taken everything from her!

I'll burn you.

As long as I burn you.

She will then be able to avenge Rustam.

The wind pierced through the woman's body, sharp blades cutting wounds and splattering blood in the air, but the woman felt no pain. Fire butterflies were reborn from the depths of her heart, swarming out.

The towering flames struck the dragon's belly, and the fire butterflies burrowed into its scales, intending to ignite it.

"Kiyono Kazeka is Rustan. He has lost all his memories."

Wendy played the Sky Harp, softly recounting the past: "Five hundred years ago, when I found him, he was dead at the bottom of the valley, all his blood drained, but he was still smiling."

"He was my friend three thousand years ago."

The wind scattered the fire butterflies, and the demonic dragon leaped into the air.

“A lie,” the woman said.

"lie."

Kiyono Fuyumi will never be Rustam.

This is fake; it's just a scheme concocted by the wind god Barbatos. She deliberately says these things to shake her own resolve. She only wants to reclaim the Heart of God. Kiyono Kazein can never be Rustan.

The fire butterfly slowly died, and the flames gradually went out.

“I sent him to Inazuma, and five hundred years later, he returned,” Wendy said softly. She lowered her eyes and began to play the Sky Harp, pausing for a moment. “Just yesterday, I said to him, ‘Hello, friend.’”

“I thought…” her voice was low, her head bowed, her shoulders trembling slightly, “that I could become friends with him again.”

“I want to be friends with him. I don’t expect him to remember me. My request is not high. I just want to be friends with him again, even if it’s starting over. I just want to have a drink with him.”

"But he's dead now."

“He was Rustan, he was my friend, he was Kiyono Fuue, but you killed him.”

Wendy paused, then said sadly and painfully, "He willingly let you kill him."

Barbatos was a very wise god.

She easily guessed Kiyono Fuyumi's thoughts.

Or rather, Barbatos understood her friend's heart very well.

"He refused to tell you his true identity until his death—because he didn't want to hurt you."

"But he has to fight you because he doesn't agree with you."

lie.

The woman stared intently at Wendy, uttering the word from deep within her throat: 'Lies.'

It was just a lie.

Rustan agrees with her ideals.

Rustam must support her.

Rustan has no chance of fighting her.

Qingye Fengyin is not Rustan.

From beginning to end, she only killed a Knight of Favonius, a clumsy and lowly mortal; she only killed an imposter. That is the truth.

Qingye Fengyin is not Rustan.

“I could have saved him.” Wendy lowered her head, gently stroking the strings of the Sky Harp, and repeated, “I could have saved him.”

　"But you've hurt him again, Rosalyn."

Up until now, Wendy's voice has been calm, as calm as still water, as calm as a wind that has stopped flowing.