They had become true humans.
"Fontaine's prophesied crisis... ended just like that?"
Neuvillette stared at the rain still falling outside, utterly dumbfounded.
That was... it?
No thrilling fight to the death?
No intricate political maneuvering?
No heartrending sacrifices and costs?
After learning that all Fontainians would dissolve into the Primordial Sea, he had rehearsed countless resource allocation plans in his mind, along with measures and solutions to stabilize the public in the face of panic. Yet all those plans had now become nothing more than waste paper.
The hopeless dead end that had plagued Fontaine for five hundred years and kept two generations of Hydro Archons awake at night had ended so simply?
"In this world, there are always people who like to complicate simple matters."
Qianyi suddenly spoke, unhurriedly saying, "There have only ever been three simple steps to resolving a crisis. First, discover the crisis. Second, gather enough strength. Third, solve it."
"Unfortunately, because of interests, stances, and the so-called 'greater good,' many people build countless barriers and labyrinths around such a simple issue, turning a problem that only requires everyone to combine their 'strength' into an unsolvable political game."
"Under those circumstances, naturally, resolving a crisis becomes difficult."
At first glance, Teyvat Continent looked like a dying man riddled with wounds and on the verge of death, as though any random gust of wind could blow it over. But if one truly believed that surface appearance and stepped forward to kick that "crumbling thatched hut"...
Then, the next second, one would discover in horror that several fully armed "Astartes" had burst out from the gaps in its drafty walls and pinned one to the ground for such a beating that one began questioning life itself.
This world had never lacked strength, nor had it lacked foundations.
Whether