“Amber, you’re amazing!!”
Klee’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched the massive explosion from Amber’s sniper mortar devastate the Abyss Mage.
“Well… it’s really Mr. Jax’s weapon that’s incredible,” Amber said modestly, though she couldn’t hide the flicker of excitement in her heart.
Such immense power and precision from such a long distance—it was exhilarating.
“Klee! Let’s do it again!” Amber braced the mortar, aiming once more at the distant battlefield as Pyro energy surged into the Bunny Mortar. “We won’t let those Abyss Mages ruin Mondstadt!”
“Got it!” Klee stood on tiptoes, pressing her small hands firmly against the mortar’s stock.
“Those fluffy bad guys are bullying the Knights, right?” Klee clenched her tiny fists. “I’ll help too! Let’s send them flying!”
Amber nodded, adjusting her aim. “Exactly! Let’s show them what we’ve got!”
“Yeah!!” Klee cheered enthusiastically.
With a resounding BOOM!, another projectile launched from Amber’s weapon, streaking through the sky like a meteor. It arced gracefully before slamming into the densest cluster of Hilichurls, detonating with a deafening explosion.
From her elevated position with a clear view of the battlefield, Amber wielded the custom mortar designed by Jia Changjiang with deadly precision. For the Hilichurls below, Amber was nothing short of a nightmare.
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“Who could’ve predicted Mondstadt had a threat like this?!”
One of the Abyss Mages muttered in disbelief. Amber’s presence and overwhelming firepower weren’t in their plans.
Their intelligence on Mondstadt’s defenses had shown nothing like this. According to their reports, Amber wasn’t supposed to possess this level of destructive capability.
But the Mage’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted as an icy blue greatsword, crackling with lightning, pierced through its abdomen from behind.
A shadow of a wolf materialized, its spectral fangs clamping down on the Mage’s neck, snuffing out its life in an instant.
Razor had arrived.
“The enemy… hurt Lupical!”
Razor’s eyes burned with anger as he glared at the remaining Abyss Mages.
His Vision had manifested when the Abyss Order had attacked his wolf family, and his hatred for them had never faded.
With his Predator’s Fang in hand and the spirit of his wolf companion by his side, Razor fixed his gaze on his next target.
Once Razor set his sights on prey, escape was impossible.
As the Abyss Mages fell one by one, the Knights of Favonius surged with renewed morale, holding the Hilichurls at bay outside Mondstadt’s bridge.
Under Jia Changjiang’s rigorous training, the Knights had transformed. No longer the complacent defenders they once were, they had become disciplined and formidable.
Despite their overwhelming numbers, the Hilichurls remained a disorganized mob, no match for the reinvigorated Knights of Favonius.
Even without their elite forces, the Knights carried the pride of Mondstadt.
They were the Windborne Falcons, the west wind that shielded their city—a symbol of hope and protection.
In Mondstadt’s long history, the title of Knight wasn’t granted but earned through a noble responsibility, a legacy forged through centuries of honor.
“Protect Mondstadt!!”
At the peak of their fervor, doubt and fear vanished.
The assault unified the scattered Knights, forging them into an unyielding force.
As Diluc had observed, the Abyss Order’s schemes aimed to strengthen their unity, but the unintended consequence was that the same attack solidified the Knights.
What was once a loosely tethered group had become a singular, unbreakable stone.
The thunderous cries of the Knights reached Jia Changjiang, locked in combat with the Frostarm Lawachurl. His grin widened as he listened.
The faith of a collective, he mused, is also a kind of belief.
The Windborne Falcon had found its purpose.
The return of the East Wind Dragon, the far-reaching expeditions of the North Wind Knights, the growth of the Lionfang…
Now, it was the West Wind’s turn to stand tall.
This was the spirit of ordinary mortals without Visions, drawn together by shared conviction.
“Did the Abyss Mages account for this version of the Knights?” Jia Changjiang muttered, his eyes sweeping over the battlefield with an amused smile.
Their plan was flawed from the start.
From the beginning, Jia Changjiang had never expected Mondstadt’s defense to rest solely on a few individuals.
Why should it?
Mortal lives may pass in a fleeting century, but in that time, they can achieve boundless greatness.
Jia Changjiang knew what he needed to do—what he had to do.
With all his strength, he swung his massive battle axe downward at the Frostarm Lawachurl.
The force of the blow shattered the creature’s armor into fragments, exposing its ice-blue body beneath.
The impact sent the beast skidding back several meters, carving a deep trench into the ground.
“There’s only one thing left to do!”
Shrugging off his shredded coat, Jia Changjiang spread his arms wide.
“Come on! At this point, all your schemes and tricks are useless!”
“Let’s settle this—purely, simply, with strength!”
With a wild grin, he charged the Frostarm Lawachurl head-on, shouting his favorite battle cry:
“COME!!!!”
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The events unfolding in Mondstadt were entirely beyond the Abyss Order’s expectations.
Despite their carefully laid plans, the arrival of Lumine and Jia Changjiang had disrupted everything.
Their meticulously gathered intelligence and strategies unraveled in the face of these two anomalies.
Why had Mondstadt changed so much in such a short time?
What was the reason?
Why?
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