idk bro gimme a break

The light that bind us in the night sky

Varka grunts as he swings his wolvesbane for a 100th time. He was training in the camp, he wanted to feel prepared for the upcoming expedition— he had always kept himself busy from all the chaos in Nod-Krai, afterall, he is in the center of it. He's aware of the triggers and what-nots his expedition might bring into the table. Hence, he trains.

To the unpredictable enemies, Varka adapted to the harsh environment this chaotic land has— sometimes silence engulfs it, but mostly, unwelcomed guest who knows nothing but bloodshed comes face to face with Varka.

By then, with a swing of his claymore, he shouts his own mantra and kills them until they turn to dust (Ex- CALLIBURRRR).

Everyday in this land is a fight, survival is a necessity and awareness is a must.

So, when Varka decided to explore a ruin in his own— he didn't think much of fighting against a foe who he can't take. On contrary, he thought a few corrupted hillchurls, ruin guard contraptions from Khaenriah' and a few nic-nacks from Snezhnaya, sure.

But not this!

Varka swung his claymore with a harsh breath, he struck the ground to activate his anemo and blasted the man in black and purple cloak up in the air— he pants as he tries to swing it back— he groans, he got electrified by the guy— he curses as he glares at the stranger. Varka knew he can't win against a mage. He can't reach that much range to begin with. Even with his vision, it is still impossible to seek out for a flying man with a damn electro vision.

"Oi! Who are you?" Varka glares as he used his claymore as a support to stand, he draws the sword from the ground and points it at the stranger.

"Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins" The low rumble of the man's voice echoed in the ruins, Varka couldn't comprehend it quickly! He utters a confused "Huh?" As he tries to process the stranger's name.

"What now? Kyryll? Flins?" Talk about butchering names, Varka sounds expert at that. Varka held his claymore with one hand and dismissed the utterly long name. "Whatever your name is, what are you doing here, huh?" Varka's tone was a bit arrogant.

Flins hums above as he held his lantern and rubs his chin. "I was looking for something.."

Varka's tone went back to its serious one "What is it?" Seeking an item in Nod-Krai is no joke, if this guy is looking for one, it's either a Teyvat shattering power or a forbidden one, just like the Sumerian technology.

"It has nothing to do with you" Varka's veins popped as he heard the answer "Hah... you weirdo, hey! Look at me! You are trespassing!" As Varka shouts that, he can't help but to tighten his grip on his claymore, he is starting to feel the ache— the pain his adrenaline had concealed from this fight, it's biting back but he grits his teeth and kept his eyes on the man. "Why are you looking for something in Nod-Krai?"

"I don't know... but, it seems like I am not the only one trespassing" What a snarky reply— Varka clicked his tongue hearing the answer. "You think?" Varka paused as he crossed his arms "I got the means to be here" Varka retorts.

"And I don't?" Flins spared him a glance and a small chuckle, not meant for humoring. "You're the man from Monstadt, I've heard of you, you've made a name for yourself in here" He landed down and walked his way towards Varka, he brought the lamp up and stood eye to eye with the grandmaster. "We both have our goals in this ruin, why don't we team up?" He offered it too casually.

Teaming up is an easy way to betray people, Varka doesn't trust this guy, he just knows this guy has something up in his sleeves.

Varka squints for a moment, really, he's not in shape to put up another fight with this guy. He can do it— but, he was caught off guard, now the electro fuzz won't leave his body.