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Under the false sky of Teyvat, what we called “stars” ( no more than false illumination ) brimmed in the sky, forming constellations that told different stories.
“It’s beautiful , Ven , right?”
“Not more beautiful than you. You’re my brightest star.”
Mavuika let out a little chuckle, delving into the moment.
“Oh, come on. I’m not that special.”
“Stop saying that to yourself, you’re the brightest star in this entire world, you shine brighter past this sky.”
“Ok Mr. Poet, anything else?”
“You really can’t spare any compliments or flirts, huh?” Venti pouted.
“Hehe, you know I’m just playing, love.”
“It’s not funny.”
Mavuika let out a hearty laugh, The cold breeze moved the sage grass gracefully, along with the Cecilias. It was fun to tease venti like this. It felt like nothing could separate them in this moment.
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Teal Blood dripped from Ventis mouth, The anemo archon throne had been effectively destroyed, with full Anemo authority returning to the east wind dragon, Dvalin.
Mavuika felt hopeless in this moment. Why couldn’t she, a feeble human die. Why did Venti have to?
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It’s a shame.