After watching Lumine marvel at Summit Shaper for some time, Jax finally spoke up.
“Mind letting me see that sword for a second?”
Without hesitation, Lumine handed the golden blade to Jax. As he gripped the hilt, a wave of memories surged through him, thanks to his innate ability as a Weapons Master.
Each weapon Jax encountered had its own story, its own soul. Aicasong, the axe he gifted to Noelle, had once cleaved the head of a celestial warrior. The Bow of Nine Suns had struck down blazing stars. The Black Dragon Spear carried the wrath of a malevolent beast that brought endless calamity.
This sword, too, whispered its past to him as though sharing a long-forgotten tale.
Jax ran his fingers along the flat of the blade, sensing its immense power and purpose.
Long ago, in an era of chaos, when gods clashed and the land was torn asunder, the people of Liyue suffered from war and devastation. Amidst the turmoil, their hearts overflowed with questions they dared not speak aloud:
Where have my loved ones gone? When will my family return? Will these endless battles ever cease?
Even the strongest souls bore cracks, their resolve worn thin by the weight of despair. But the Geo Archon, Rex Lapis, had heard their silent prayers.
According to legend, Rex Lapis performed a divine act: from a flawless block of golden Cor Lapis, he carved a sword.
With a single swing, he cleaved the peak of a mountain, standing before his people to make an eternal contract:
The scattered shall be reunited. The unfaithful shall face justice. Those who lose their treasures or loved ones shall receive compensation.
This sword bore the weight of that contract. To violate it was to challenge the land itself, and the blade would exact retribution.
It was said that one day, the sword’s true master would return. When that happened, the sword would glow once more, cutting through the greatest injustices of the world—just as it had been forged to do.
After a moment of silence, Jax opened his eyes and handed the sword back to Lumine.
“Looks like Zhongli has high hopes for you,” he remarked.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Lumine asked, puzzled. “Is this sword that special?”
“Special? Yeah, you could say that. Zhongli used it himself,” Jax explained. “Its name is Summit Shaper. If you’re curious, you can look it up in the archives when we’re back in Liyue Harbor.”
“What?! How do you even know its name?!” Lumine exclaimed. “You never mentioned you could do that!”
Jax waved her off. “It’s just a name. If you’re really that curious about its history, why not ask Zhongli yourself? He’s the one who probably left it here for you.”
“Why wait when you clearly already know? Spill it, Jax!” Lumine pressed, relentless in her curiosity.
Even Paimon floated closer, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Eventually, Jax gave in and recounted the sword’s history in simple terms.
“To cleave the greatest injustice…” Lumine murmured, her gaze fixed on the golden blade.
Her mind wandered to a memory she couldn’t shake—the woman who called herself the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles, the one who tore her away from her brother.
“The scattered shall be reunited…” Paimon echoed, her voice soft and hopeful. “Traveler, do you think Zhongli is blessing you? Hoping you’ll find your brother soon?”
“Maybe,” Lumine replied, though her expression grew more solemn.
The sword’s tale stirred something deep within her, as if urging her to view the world with sharper clarity. There was still so much she needed to understand about this land and the powers that governed it.
After leaving the treasure chamber with the sword in hand, they found Teucer sulking outside, his face scrunched in dissatisfaction.
“Teucer? What’s wrong? Weren’t you playing with the One-Eyed Little Treasure?” Jax asked, puzzled. “And there’s even a One-Eyed Flying Treasure—super rare, you know!”
“I miss my brother…” Teucer muttered, his pout deepening.
Paimon tilted her head. “Didn’t you just see him?”
“But it wasn’t long enough!” Teucer whined, stomping his foot. “That doesn’t count! Take me to see him again!”
Lumine pinched the bridge of her nose. “Is this how all kids are? Zero patience…”
“Alright!” Jax declared, cutting through the tension. “We’ll go see your brother!”
“Wait, really?” Paimon blinked in surprise.
“Think about it,” Jax said with a grin. “If Teucer goes to bother him, we’re off the hook. Let’s take him to Childe—it’ll be fun!”
Lumine’s eyes lit up at the idea. “You’re right! This is going to be hilarious!”
Imagining Childe’s reaction to Teucer’s sudden appearance, both Jax and Lumine couldn’t help but feel a mischievous excitement.
“Let’s go!” Jax hoisted Teucer onto his armored shoulder.
“Yay! Let’s find my brother!” Teucer cheered, completely oblivious to their ulterior motives.
Meanwhile, Childe, en route to Qingxu Pool to collect a 600,000 Mora debt from a Treasure Hoarders’ gang, sneezed unexpectedly.
“Huh? Am I catching a cold?” he muttered, rubbing his nose. “That’s impossible… Not even practicing combat in a blizzard makes me sick.”
Shaking his head, Childe continued toward his destination, unaware that his little brother was on the way—riding on Jax’s shoulder, singing with Lumine and Paimon as they made their way to him.
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