a girl who just wants a good life with his little sister gets hit with a speeding car and got isekaid in a game called genshin impact, what's her true power in this world? will she go back to her own world again and find her sister? lets find out!
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"In the shadows of forgotten legends, she sought the truth of her existence, each revelation bringing her closer to the one she lost."
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The tavern's noise slowly ebbed as the night grew deeper, but your mind was still whirling. Venti's words kept playing over and over. Celestial Archer... wings, bow... the wind has chosen you. His playful words carried weight, a meaning beyond mere flattery. There was something hidden within his knowing gaze, a deeper truth you were only beginning to scratch the surface of.
You excused yourself from the table, the night air a welcome reprieve from the lingering warmth of the tavern. Outside, the streets of Mondstadt were quiet, with the moon hanging high above the cathedral, casting a silver glow over the city. The soft rustling of the wind was like a constant companion, but tonight it felt more intimate, almost like a voice trying to speak to you.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, not because of the cold, but out of a strange unease. What did Venti mean by 'Celestial Archer'? you wondered. Could there really be something more to your powers than you had ever imagined? And why did his words make it seem like you were part of something much, much larger than just yourself?
Lost in your thoughts, you nearly missed the sound of a familiar lyre floating through the night air. You followed the melody to find Venti standing beneath a tree, leaning casually against the trunk. He didn't seem surprised to see you.
"Out for some fresh air?" he asked without looking up, his fingers still dancing across the strings of his instrument. "Or perhaps you're chasing answers?"
You hesitated before stepping closer. "What did you mean back there? About me being the Celestial Archer?"
Venti's hands stilled on his lyre, and for the first time, his carefree mask slipped. He looked at you seriously, as though he had been waiting for this conversation. "I knew you'd ask," he said softly, his voice now lacking its usual playful lilt. "There's something you need to understand, Y/N. Your powers—they aren't just the result of some random gift. They are part of something ancient. Something forgotten."
The night seemed to grow quieter, as though the very air around you was holding its breath. You took a deep breath, sensing that whatever Venti was about to say would change everything.
"You've heard of the Archons," Venti began, his voice low but clear. "The gods who rule the elements of Teyvat. But what you might not know is that before the Archons, before even the rise of Celestia, there were other gods. Gods who were once worshiped, revered, and loved by the people of this world. But as time passed, they were forgotten. Their names erased from history, their temples reduced to ruins, and their power scattered like dust in the wind."
