The seven kingdoms of Teyvat coexist in harmony. Or, at least, that's what its citizens and heirs think. Soon, a war will loom over Khaenri'ah that will change the course of the lives of our princes and princesses. By the whims of fate, Scaramouche...
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Scaramouche had only been to Fontaine once. He didn't remember much. The purity of its waters had always represented the hydro nation. Their entire civilisation was built respecting it, incorporating it into nature without disturbing it. He wondered where that had gone. In the depths of the nation, of course. They took the opportunity to explore it in the days leading up to the masquerade.
The three of them had to buy masks to protect their lungs from the polluted air of the lower class. Its waters were stained, dirty and bathed in chemicals and debris. On top of that, the further up the ladder to the upper classes, the better it got.
Unlike Inazuma, Fontaine had plunged headlong into industrialisation. It was a very modern nation, but at what cost? On the way to the palace, he saw how the citizens suffered even more than his own. It was a practically absent interior economy versus a massive macroeconomy. Both were genocidal enough in their way.
Of course, the majestic palace, together with the upper-class districts, were all that seemed to remain of the old Fontaine. Crystal-clear water surrounded the beautifully manicured gardens. Some fell into fountains. Others splashed in splendid shapes.
