a.n:
as a compensation for not uploading for more than a month, i will upload 3 chapters at once :D
but uhhhh...pls prepare for the angst in the next few chapters lol**********
"To new friendships and future adventures! I must say, your zest for life is quite akin to the free-spirited winds of Mondstadt."
Furina beamed at Venti, her eyes reflecting a newfound joy. "Oh, Venti! Your tales have ignited a curiosity in me. Mondstadt, with its vast skies and breezy hills, sounds like a realm of endless stories!"
Venti nodded enthusiastically, "Indeed, it is! You must visit. The dandelion wine, the songs under the stars, the freedom... It's an experience that resonates with the soul."
Furina leaned forward, her enthusiasm palpable. "Promise me a tour, and I'll be there before the next windblume festival!"
Venti's eyes sparkled with delight. "Consider it a promise, my new friend! Mondstadt shall await your arrival with open arms and lively tunes!"
As the lively chatter around the table continued, Rukkhadevata, her gaze thoughtful, tilted her head slightly. "When does the real meeting begin?" she inquired, her voice carrying a hint of seriousness amidst the casual ambiance.
The Tsaritsa, with a knowing smile, replied, "Always straight to the point, Rukkhadevata. Your wisdom never ceases to impress."
Venti, momentarily pausing his animated conversation with Furina, looked up in confusion. "Real meeting? Wasn't this the meeting? I thought we were just here to traumatize waiters and enjoy a feast."
Egeria, her expression a blend of curiosity and amusement, added, "Indeed, I was wondering the same. It's not often we gather like this without a pressing reason."
The Tsaritsa leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the group. "Well, since we've all finished our food, let's discuss matters that concern us all." Her voice held a weight that signaled the shift from lighthearted banter to the gravity of the situation at hand.
Y/n nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting the seriousness of the conversation that was about to unfold. She stood up, her expression enigmatic yet determined. "We'll be heading somewhere more... secluded for our real discussion," she announced. Her eyes flickered with a mischievous spark. "But don't worry, I'll make sure it feels like we never left."
She raised her hands, her fingers weaving through the air in a series of intricate movements. A subtle energy emanated from her, rippling through the room like a gentle breeze. "There," she said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "To anyone looking in, we're still enjoying our meal and having a grand old time."
The group watched in awe as the room around them seemed to blur and shift, replaced by the illusion Y/n had crafted. To an outside observer, they were still seated at the table, animatedly chatting and laughing.
"Alright," Y/n continued, her tone now serious. "Let's get to the heart of the matter." Y/n paused and turned to face a seemingly empty space. Her eyes narrowed, and with a confident, resonant voice, she called out,
"Skirk?"
At her command, the fabric of reality itself seemed to quiver and ripple, as if responding to an unseen force. A swirl of quantum energy materialized, coalescing into a portal that shimmered with an otherworldly light. The edges of the portal danced with ethereal tendrils, inviting yet foreboding, hinting at the mysteries and dangers that lay within the abyss.
The group of deities watched in silent awe, each acutely aware of the power and significance of what Y/n had summoned. The portal stood as a gateway to the abyss, a realm seldom traversed, even by gods. For a moment, the air was thick with anticipation, as they prepared to step into a world beyond the boundaries of their own.
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