He changed tack and asked, "Speaking of which, did you know Surtr has returned to Teyvat?"
Dainsleif's expression turned a little strange.
"I did," he said. "And I also know he's already been beaten by that man twice."
"..."
Leilier's expression froze instantly.
Wait.
What had he just heard?
Beaten twice?
Not "fought," but "been beaten"?
And faced with Leilier's stare, Dainsleif nodded.
Leilier's feelings grew even more complicated.
He had not expected that even Surtr had been thrashed by Mo Wang.
And twice, at that.
Thinking about it that way, had he actually come out ahead?
Why did he even feel a little better?
Just as he was about to ask something else—
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
A piercing sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang out.
Several missiles trailing flames roared up from below the platform, hurtling straight toward where the two of them stood.
Dainsleif and Leilier almost simultaneously leaped to either side. The missiles exploded where they had been standing, and the shockwaves sent flames and metal fragments spraying in every direction.
Before they could steady themselves, more movement came from all around them.
"Clack, clack, clack..."
The uniform sound of metal footsteps.
At that moment, from the shadows of the surrounding buildings, large numbers of autonomous machines emerged from hiding.
Red light flickered in the eyes of those cold mechanical bodies. Their weapon systems had all activated, surrounding Dainsleif and Leilier completely.
"I'm saying, you two—"
A cold voice came from above.
Sandrone sat atop the enormous Pronia, slowly descending to a height above the platform. Fury was written all over her small face, and her eyes practically spat fire.
"You fought this fiercely on someone else's turf. What, did you think I didn't exist?"
She gnashed her teeth and pointed at the devastated base below.
"You