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 heart of silence lies the truth, buried beneath layers of time. But the echoes of power, once awakened, cannot be ignored."
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The air was thick with tension as you, Aether, and Venti stood on the city walls, your eyes locked on the distant glow that flickered in the horizon like a dying ember. The tremors beneath your feet had ceased, but the weight of the unknown hung heavily around you. Whatever that beacon of light was, it wasn't natural. It felt alive, pulsing with an energy that seemed to call out to something deep inside you.
You couldn't shake the feeling that it was calling to you.
"We should move," Venti finally said, his playful tone completely gone, replaced by the sternness of a leader. "Whatever that light is, it's not friendly. And it's growing stronger."
Aether nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he turned to you. "Y/N, are you ready for this? We don't know what we're walking into."
You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside you. Your mind was still racing, trying to process everything from the previous night—the revelations about your powers, the forgotten gods, the truth about Venti's identity as the Anemo Archon. And now this—an unknown threat that seemed to be tied to your very existence.
"I don't know," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't think I have a choice."
Aether's gaze softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We're with you. Whatever happens, we face it together."
Venti strummed his lyre softly, the sound carrying a soothing melody that seemed to ease some of the tension in the air. "I'll lead the way. If there's one thing I know, it's the winds—and right now, they're guiding us straight toward that light."
With a nod, the three of you set off, your footsteps silent as you moved through the darkened streets of Mondstadt. The city seemed unusually quiet, as if the world itself was holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come.
As you made your way out of the city and into the wilderness, the glow on the horizon grew brighter, casting an eerie light over the landscape. You could feel the energy growing stronger, its pull on you intensifying with each step you took.
The wind around you began to pick up, swirling in unpredictable patterns, almost as if it was reacting to the strange power ahead. You glanced at Venti, who had his gaze fixed on the horizon, his expression unreadable.
"Do you have any idea what this is?" you asked him, your voice barely audible over the howling wind.
Venti shook his head, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by something much more serious. "I've seen many things in my time, but this... this feels different. It's old. Older than anything I've felt in a long time."
A chill ran down your spine at his words. Older than anything Venti had felt? That couldn't be good.
As you approached the source of the light, the landscape around you began to shift. The trees seemed to bend unnaturally, their branches twisting toward the sky as if reaching for the stars. The ground beneath your feet felt unstable, as though the very earth was shifting in response to the power emanating from the beacon.
And then, you saw it.
A large, glowing pillar of light shot up from the ground, its brilliance almost blinding. The air around it crackled with energy, and you could feel the weight of its presence pressing down on you like an invisible force.
In front of the pillar stood a figure cloaked in shadows, their form barely visible against the intense light. But even from this distance, you could feel the power radiating from them—an ancient, dark energy that sent a shiver down your spine.
The cloaked figure turned toward you, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and a sense of recognition washed over you. You didn't know how, but you could feel it deep in your bones: this figure was connected to the forgotten gods. To you.
"You've come," the figure said, their voice a low, echoing whisper that sent chills through your entire being. "The key... the one who carries the fragments of the gods."
You froze, your heart pounding in your chest. How did they know? How could they possibly know about the fragments, about your connection to the forgotten gods?
Aether stepped forward, his sword drawn. "Who are you? What do you want?"
The figure didn't answer immediately. Instead, they raised their hand, and the ground beneath you began to tremble once again. "The time has come for the fragments to be reclaimed," they said, their voice filled with a dark, ancient authority. "The balance must be restored, and the forgotten ones must rise again."
A surge of power erupted from the pillar of light, and you stumbled back, the force of it nearly knocking you off your feet. Aether and Venti stood their ground, their weapons at the ready, but you could feel the overwhelming power growing stronger by the second.
"Y/N!" Aether shouted over the roar of the energy. "We need to stop them!"
You nodded, summoning your bow as your wings flickered to life behind you. But even as you prepared to fight, doubt gnawed at the edges of your mind. Was this figure truly an enemy? Or were they simply another piece of the puzzle—another part of your destiny that you didn't yet understand?
Before you could act, the figure raised their hand once more, and the world around you seemed to shift. The air grew heavier, and the ground beneath you warped, twisting into strange, unfamiliar shapes. It was as if reality itself was bending to the figure's will.
"Fragments must return to the whole," the figure intoned, their voice reverberating through the air like the toll of a distant bell. "You cannot escape your fate, child of the forgotten gods."
And then, with a wave of their hand, the figure vanished, leaving only the blinding light behind.
You collapsed to your knees, the weight of the encounter pressing down on you like a physical force. Your mind raced, trying to process what had just happened. Who was that figure? What did they mean by "the fragments must return"?
Aether knelt beside you, his face filled with concern. "Y/N, are you okay?"
"I... I don't know," you whispered, your voice trembling. "That figure... they knew about the fragments. They knew about me."
Venti stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the pillar of light. "This is only the beginning," he said softly, his usual lightheartedness completely gone. "The forgotten gods are stirring, and whatever that figure wants... it's tied to you, Y/N. You need to be careful."
You swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. The forgotten gods. The fragments. The figure's cryptic warning.
It was all connected, and you were at the center of it.
As you stood up, your legs still shaky from the encounter, you couldn't shake the feeling that something far bigger was at play—something that went beyond Teyvat, beyond your powers, beyond anything you could have imagined.
