The Overlord of Teyvat: Genshin Impact x Overlord crossover

Part 3

Aether, Paimon, and Momon returned to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, their faces brightened by the success of quelling the storms around Mondstadt caused by Stormterror. As they entered the bustling headquarters, they spotted Jean in deep discussion with an enigmatic woman, her face concealed behind a peculiar mask adorned with intricate patterns.

The mysterious woman, sensing their approach, abruptly ended her conversation with Jean and cast an analytical gaze upon the trio. Without uttering a word, she gracefully turned on her heel and vanished into the shadows of the bustling headquarters.

Paimon couldn't contain her curiosity. "Who was that?" she chimed in, her wings fluttering with anticipation.

Jean sighed, her expression betraying a mixture of relief and concern. "Oh, you're back. Thank you for your assistance. The elemental flow is now stable. Everything is calm for the moment." She glanced in the direction where the mysterious envoy had disappeared. "That woman is an envoy from Snezhnaya, and the Fatui are putting significant pressure on us."

"The Fatui? Those troublemakers!" Paimon huffed, crossing her tiny arms in disdain.

Momon, always intrigued by matters beyond Mondstadt, inquired, "Why the pressure? What do they want?" His eyes narrowed as the mention of Snezhnaya reignited his insatiable curiosity.

Jean's gaze grew more serious. "The Fatui's motives are unclear, but they seem to be tightening their grip on Mondstadt for reasons we haven't yet deciphered. Snezhnaya's involvement is particularly disconcerting. Their envoy didn't seem to be here for pleasantries. They say that the only way to save the nation is by killing Stormterror, but how can we kill one of the four winds?"

The mention of killing Stormterror, one of the four winds of Mondstadt, sparked a moment of contemplation. Killing an elemental force of nature seemed an impossible task. Perhaps there was an alternative approach to addressing the threat without directly confronting and harming such a majestic entity. Strategies like seeking alliances, understanding the motivations behind Stormterror's actions, or finding a way to pacify the elemental force might offer more viable solutions to save the nation without resorting to violence against a fundamental aspect of the world.

"So, Stormterror is more than just a creature. It's a national treasure, a symbol of Mondstadt. Restoring him to his former self is a task fraught with danger, and it might lead us down a path where the only choice left is to end his existence."

Jean, the stalwart acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, met Momon's eyes with a mixture of resolve and concern. "That's precisely what keeps me awake at night. Stormterror was once a majestic guardian, a symbol of our city's pride. Now, to see him reduced to this... it's a tragedy. But the safety of Mondstadt and its people must come first."

The room they stood in, adorned with relics and mementos of battles won and challenges overcome, seemed to absorb the gravity of their words. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, mirroring the uncertainty that clouded their minds.

Outside, the wind whispered through the city, carrying with it the stories of Stormterror's reign of terror and the echoes of citizens hoping for a return to normalcy. The air was thick with a sense of responsibility, a duty to not only protect the city but also to restore the symbol that Stormterror once represented.

The atmosphere in the room grew hushed as Aether, with an air of mystery, announced, "Oh, I almost forgot. I wanted to show you something." The group gathered around the middle of the room, where Aether had unveiled something strange and enigmatic.

Jean furrowed her brow, her confusion evident. "What is that?" she inquired, her gaze fixed on the peculiar object that now occupied the room.

Aether held up the anomaly for all to see. "When we encountered Stormterror in the forest, he left this behind when he flew away." In the center of the room rested a red crystal, its form resembling a delicate teardrop.