Surtr had only just walked out of the ruined base when he stopped and looked up into the distance.
The sky was gray and murky, and Nordkalle's wasteland stretched toward the horizon in the dusk.
He narrowed his eyes, studying this land that felt both familiar and strange.
"Looks like even after a few hundred years, Teyvat hasn't changed all that much," he murmured, a touch of emotion in his voice. "Speaking of which, that girl Skirk is here too, isn't she?"
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, as if he had remembered something amusing.
"But forget it. First, I should go see where this so-called Naxia Town is."
Surtr took a few steps forward, and then—
He stopped.
He stood in place, his expression gradually turning subtle.
"..." Surtr rubbed his chin, his brows furrowing slightly. "Speaking of which, where exactly is Naxia Town?"
Only then did he suddenly remember that he had walked off far too stylishly just now and completely forgotten to ask Dottore for Naxia Town's exact location.
He had been too focused on maintaining that lofty posture and had overlooked the most important thing.
Was he supposed to turn around and ask Dottore now?
Surtr's feet froze in place.
He glanced back in the direction of the base, then quickly turned away again.
No.
He had just put on such a ruthless act, throwing someone out like garbage right in front of Leilier, and had spoken to Dottore in that tone.
If he slunk back now and asked, "So, how do I get to Naxia Town?" wouldn't that be slapping himself in the face?
That did not fit his status.
Surtr fell into a rare state of awkwardness.
He was the mighty Extreme Evil Rider, one of the Five Sinners of Khaenri'ah. Was he