❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲...❞ 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻

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Author's Note

Damn this took forever to write. Please enjoy... this took forever.😭😭

Enjoy!

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

"Y/n?" Scaramouche mumbles. His eyes were widened, shocked at your presence.

"Is he all-knowing and powerful now like Greater Lord Rukkhadevata?" Paimon asks.

"No..." Nahida interrupts. "I can't feel the same kind of divinity I felt from the Greater Lord. It seems that the sages didn't get the chance to infuse the Divine Knowledge Capsules into him." The arms from Scaramouche's machine started to move up into the air. "But even still... He has undoubtedly become a true 'god' now."

"Ah! So we're too late?" Paimon whines, as she hides behind Lumine. "The Balladeer has already... become a god..?"

Scaramouche scoffs. " 'The Balladeer...' A long bygone title." Scaramouche says as he forces himself to forget that you are even there, at least thats what you think. "When my spirit ascended to divinity." Scaramouche declares as his arm raises up in front of him. "I felt as if I had existed for the same number of epochs as heaven and earth." Scaramouche scrunches his hand. "Looking back, the existence of what once called itself 'Kunikuzushi' appears infinitely small and ugly." He pulls his hand closer to his chest. The 'face' then closed up locking Scaramouche inside of the machine. The machine rises up into the air, and spread the arms apart. When you heard Scaramouche say 'Kunikuzushi' you were shocked.

"This imposing aura... It really feels like a god's..." Paimon says.

"A body that capitalises on The Balladeer's original construction as a mechanical puppet, with the Gnosis serving as a constant power supply... How much effort and resources did the sages put into this..?" Nahida asks in awe. "From a purely technological perspective, it's a commendable achievement indeed. It's no exaggeration to say this is the culmination of human wisdom."

"You sure are something, dishing out compliments at a time like this..." Paimon exclaims.

"Well, this is Nahida we are talking about. She is fascinated by the littlest of things." You say.

"Yeah you're right..." Paimon mumbles.

"But I don't think he's reached the spiritual height of a god." Nahida says.

"So he's still the same, old Balladeer on the inside. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing..." Lumine sighs.

"Strife is engraved upon every god and every Gnosis brought forth into this world." Scaramouche declares. "Can you feel it? The exhilaration of such power, and the thrill of anticipation for our contention..."

"Nahida wouldn't feel the same things as you!" Paimon yells as she stomps her foot.

"Do you not realise... that you are interrupting a conversation between gods? Lowly creature, know your place!" Scaramouche retorts. Paimon whines at Scaramouche's insult.

"Still the same Balladeer we know..." Lumine says.

"The strife engraved upon a Gnosis... You're talking about the Archon War." Nahida exclaims. "Teyvat's current peace was not easily won. I didn't personally participate in the Archon War, but the way I see it... All those losses were meaningless, driven by the demands of the 'laws'. There's no point in bringing it up again."