How could she possibly have the thought of turning around and fleeing before the battle had even begun?
Yet this absurd scene was truly happening right now.
The slight tremble in the hilt clearly told Raiden Shogun one fact: she was afraid, and she was trying to avoid the battle.
Before she had even fought the man before her, did she no longer dare to draw her blade?
"Since you don't intend to fight, why not put your sword away, sit down for a tea party, and have a proper talk about how to deal with Rhinedottir?" Qianyi looked at Raiden, who hovered in midair wreathed in lightning, a gentle spring-breeze smile on his face. He even made a welcoming gesture.
It couldn't be helped. This Raiden of Inazuma looked as though she had been cast from the same mold as Raiden Mei.
Out of affection for one, he extended kindness to the other. His attitude was exceptionally friendly, even somewhat indulgent.
Yet this invitation that Qianyi considered "friendly" sounded like humiliation and provocation to Raiden Shogun.
"Heavenly Principles... are you mocking me?!" Blazing fury instantly ignited in Raiden Shogun's violet eyes.
As the saying went, loyalty that was not absolute was absolute disloyalty.
In her eyes, once the "Heavenly Principles" seated high upon the throne awakened and descended into the mortal world personally, Teyvat Continent was destined to face a cleansing—a purge aimed at gods who refused to submit.
And in her pursuit of eternity, she had secretly committed many transgressions that the Heavenly Principles would not tolerate. The moment the Heavenly Principles left Celestia, her fate had already been decided—only death awaited her.
The only difference was whether she would die honorably in battle as a warrior, or kneel and beg like a coward before being executed.
And