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seeing the yaksha terribly, terribly hurt, maybe even fatally wounded, venti could not stand idly by, and leapt into join the fight against the tainted beasts. he had barely let out a little tornado of wind when suddenly, unexpectedly, strange images begin to bombard his mind...
it was like he had been transported to another place, another time.
"a clever trick," the mondstadtian general scoffed, "yet clearly forgery." without the army at their side, the hungry untrained common people were no match for the aristocracy, and little by little, he watched as his people turned his back against the idea of freedom. "it is not so bad," a faceless voice said. "it is only the slaves who suffer and they are no mondstadters."
"better them than us."
the gates would not open and above them, the sinister smiles of the crooked aristocrats seemed to mock them. "fight us," they goaded. "and the city may well be destroyed instead. is this what you wish for, oh god of freedom? to impose your will onto our culture?"
"a clever trick," venti murmured under his breath. "yet clearly an illusion." focusing, he pointed his arrow towards where the most malice could be felt and released a fierce shot…