ChiLumi - Crimson Tides of love

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Childe, the Eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui, danced through the fray, his blades slicing through the air with deadly precision. Treasure hoarders, their eyes filled with greed, swarmed around him, their weapons clashing against his.

Childe relished the challenge. He had always enjoyed a good fight, and these treasure hoarders were proving to be worthy adversaries. He dodged their attacks with ease, his movements fluid and graceful. With a single, powerful strike, he disarmed a hoarders, sending their weapon flying across the battlefield.

As he continued to fight, Childe's mind wandered to his recent assignment. He had been tasked with gathering information on a mysterious group that had been causing trouble in the region. The Fatui were growing increasingly concerned, and Childe had been chosen to investigate.

He knew that the treasure hoarders might have some information, so he had decided to confront them. He had hoped for a quick and easy interrogation, but these hoarders were proving to be more stubborn than he had anticipated.

Childe's blades flashed in the sunlight as he continued to fight. He was determined to get the information he needed, no matter the cost.

Childe's blades merged, coalescing into a long, shimmering staff of water. With a powerful swing, he sent the staff hurtling towards the hoarders, its destructive force cutting through their ranks like a scythe through wheat.

The hoarders scattered, their cries of fear and pain echoing across the plains. Childe pursued them relentlessly, his staff a deadly weapon in his hands. He struck out with a flurry of blows, each one more devastating than the last.

The hoarders were no match for Childe's skill and power. One by one, they fell, their bodies crumpled and lifeless on the battlefield. When the fighting was finally over, Childe stood alone, the victor of the battle.

He sheathed his staff, his breathing heavy from the exertion. As he surveyed the battlefield, his gaze fell upon a lone survivor. The hoarder was cowering in the distance, his eyes filled with fear.

"Come here," Childe commanded, his voice cold and menacing.

The hoarder hesitated, but he knew he had no choice. He slowly approached Childe, his knees trembling with fear.

"Do you have any information about the group I'm looking for?" Childe asked, his voice low and dangerous.

The hoarder nodded, his voice barely a whisper. He began to speak, his words a jumbled mess of fear and confusion. Childe listened intently, his mind racing as he processed the information.

When the hoarder had finished, Childe nodded. He had the information he needed. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the survivor, sending him fleeing into the distance.

As Childe turned to leave, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had defeated the hoarders and obtained the information he needed. It was a small victory, but it was a victory.

After his encounter with the treasure hoarders, Childe decided to take a break and grab a bite to eat. He made his way to Wangshu Inn, a peaceful retreat overlooking the Jade Harbor.

As he entered the inn, he was greeted by the familiar aroma of steaming tea and delicious food. He found a table by the window, offering a breathtaking view of the harbor.

A waiter approached, his face a mask of polite indifference. "Welcome, guest. May I take your order?"

Childe glanced at the menu, his eyes scanning the list of dishes. He decided on a bowl of steamed dumplings and a pot of tea.

As he waited for his food, Childe couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. The tranquility of the inn was a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefield. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the moment.