Childe’s hand plunged into the Exuvia, a brilliant light radiating from both his arm and the dragon’s remains.
“The Gnosis of Morax…”
Childe’s voice trembled with excitement as he proclaimed, “It’s mine!”
But when he pulled his hand back, it was empty.
“…”
He stared at his empty palm, momentarily stunned.
The Exuvia bore no trace of the Gnosis.
“What?” Lumine blinked in confusion. “How could it not be there? He was right on top of it!”
Where is Morax’s Gnosis?
Jia Changjiang, however, chuckled knowingly, as if he had anticipated this outcome.
“Don’t act so surprised, like a green recruit!”
He smirked, parroting Childe’s earlier words back to him. “For seasoned warriors, falling into a trap is just part of the game, isn’t it?”
“…Hahaha.”
Childe’s laugh was sharp and bitter. “So that’s how it is…”
“It seems you were the ones who got here first!”
Thunder roared as Childe, now visibly seething, launched himself at Jia Changjiang and Lumine.
The two dodged, with Lumine grabbing Paimon mid-air to avoid the brunt of the attack.
“Whoa! Did his personality just flip completely?!” Paimon cried. “He looks like he’s about to go berserk!”
“His rationality must be slipping from overusing two elemental powers at once,” Lumine speculated.
At that moment, the energies of hydro and electro coiled around Childe’s body, melding into a powerful and unstable aura.
“Now,” Childe snarled, his voice dark and distorted, “hand over Morax’s Gnosis.”
“You want it? Then come get it.”
Jia Changjiang sheathed his longbow into his dimensional space and retrieved a massive polearm, slinging it casually over his shoulder.
“Go ahead—guess where Morax’s Gnosis is.”
“Why are you taunting him?!” Lumine snapped, glaring at Jia Changjiang.
Childe’s transformation was complete. His Delusion and Vision worked in unison, encasing him in black-and-purple armor adorned with jagged edges. A red mask, with glowing amethyst eyes, covered his face.
“You’ve done well so far,” Childe said, his tone venomous. “But every success has its price!”
With a thunderous crash, Childe’s spear struck the floor, shattering it completely. The entire platform crumbled, sending everyone plummeting to the lower level of the Golden House.
As debris rained around them, Lumine struggled to find her footing. She fell, only to have Jia Changjiang grab her arm.
Balancing atop a large chunk of falling rubble, Jia Changjiang steadied her before landing.
“Are you alright?” he asked, releasing her once they were safely on the ground.
“Next time, try carrying me instead of slinging me over your shoulder!” Lumine complained, clutching her side.
“There wasn’t time to think about logistics.”
Jia Changjiang turned his attention upward, where Childe descended slowly, his armored form cutting an imposing figure.
“Look at him.” Jia Changjiang pointed at Childe. “This is the power granted by the Tsaritsa herself—the strength to wage war on her behalf.”
He turned to Lumine, his eyes alight with a fiery determination.
“If we defeat him here, do you think we’ll be able to challenge the gods themselves someday?”
Lumine paused, taken aback by the intensity of his gaze. The flames of battle burned brightly in his eyes, unwavering despite all the powerful foes he’d faced—Dvalin, Andrius, Signora…
What was fueling that relentless fire?
“We’ll win,” Lumine said firmly, gripping her sword and assuming a ready stance. “I’m not losing to this glorified errand boy!”
“Good.” Jia Changjiang grinned.
Childe landed, lightning arcing around him. “So… you got to the Gnosis first. Did you act faster than me, or was this all staged?
“Was the intel about the Golden House deliberately leaked?”
His eyes narrowed behind the mask. “You met with Ningguang earlier. Are you working with her?”
“You’ve made your choices. Now…”
Lightning crackled as Childe thrust his spear, sending a massive crescent-shaped hydro blade toward them.
“I’ll take the Gnosis myself!”
“You Fatui clowns and your endless scheming!” Lumine shouted, raising her hand. A massive Geo construct—Starfell Sword—rose from the ground, intercepting the hydro blade.
“You think we’d take the Gnosis just to hand it over to Paimon or something? If it’s a fight you want, come and get it!”
“Do you really think I’m scared of you?!” Lumine’s frustration erupted as she prepared for another attack.
“Traveler, go get him!” Paimon cheered from a safe distance, trying to avoid the chaos.
“Less talking, more fighting!” Jia Changjiang charged forward, his voice cutting through the battlefield.
“Let’s finish this, Childe!”
“Don’t worry…” Childe’s voice was thick with manic glee. “Even if you reject the joy of this battle, I’ll make sure to share my pleasure with you!”
Jia Changjiang’s polearm clashed against Childe’s lightning spear, sparks flying. Behind him, Geo constructs began to form, surrounding Childe and pressing the attack.
“You dare defy me?!” Childe roared, his movements a blur of electricity and water.
Like a streak of lightning, he evaded the constructs, appearing before Jia Changjiang in an instant. His spear slashed downward, shattering Jia Changjiang’s weapon like glass.
But Jia Changjiang was unfazed. He discarded the broken polearm, seamlessly drawing another from his arsenal. With a fluid motion, he spun it around and thrust it toward Childe’s throat.
This was no mere duel. This was war—no mercy, no hesitation.
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