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They call them Adaar the Mage-Traitor. In the Winter Palace, bold Orlesian nobles whisper of Adaar the Usurper-King. And disquieted by their curved horns and towering stature, they declare them Adaar the Savage-Ox.

In remote places where the Empress’s grasp does not reach, they’re known as Adaar the Fair, the Just, the Gentle. The Captain decides he likes that better: it rolls off smoother on the tongue.

Warden Blackwall does not like it.

He thinks it corrupt.

The relentless onslaught wore him out, his muscles raw, his innards still aching for more. He craved reprieve from it, a solace, or something — anything — to sate it, to head it off, to control it before it controlled him.

He would find it in a tucked-away druid grove: a man who’d jumped to their rescue, a hero who saved their hide from the goblin raid.

Childe gets lost in the Chasm and makes an unlikely friend.

Written for Tartaglia TM: A +18 Transmasc Childe Zine.

Lann didn’t consider himself particularly devout — at least, not to the extent of these two — though he dimly recalled praying to the angels in his youth. Kneeling before Lariel’s sword, whispering his wishes to holy steel. Attempting to touch it, his hovering hands feeling divine, searing heat. Nothing came of it, of course. What god would listen to an abyss-touched mongrel?

The Knight Commander and her retinue pay another visit to Martyr Zacharius’s Cemetery. Lann ponders his mortality.

Set in early Act 2.

Shadowheart finds solace in Marcy, a drow bard, as she deals with the aftermath of Nightsong’s revelation.

Wyll pays a visit to his father and finally airs out his grievances.

Childe is an assassin, part of a secret international organization.

Lumine is a secret agent in Mondstadt's Knights of Favonius.

Two people with their irreconcilable differences, but when their paths inevitably cross, they soon find out they have more in common than they realize.

Her life’s greatest calling—to be a Dark Justiciar—is right at her fingertips. Shadowheart only needs to make sure everything goes according to her plan. If that included seducing their illustrious leader to swore utmost loyalty to her, so be it.

If only she herself didn’t falter.

Get in, filch the supplies from the Fatui, and get out. That’s all she needs to do. Lumine has done this commission a thousand times before. Surely, nothing will go wrong, right? Surely, a certain Fatui Harbinger won’t get in her way and compromise her mission, right?

Lumine and Tartaglia seek shelter from a rainstorm in an inn, where they find very limited accommodations.