Venti smiled. "Isn't that easy enough to understand? Besides, you did well."
"I knew that if I couldn't make sense of it, the Traveler would probably have to handle it. And he didn't disappoint."
"The Traveler is a witness, after all. Of course he's one of a kind."
Zhongli added that last remark.
Back on the Sky Screen, Varka said, "Traveler, you've had experience retrieving an Ancient Name in Natlan, haven't you?"
"I have, though I wasn't the one doing it."
"Fishing the concept of an Ancient Name out of that river of concepts in the Kingdom of the Night God should work on a similar principle. More or less."
"But we had a boat and a net back then... We don't have anything now."
"Compared to the Kingdom of the Night God, this fragment is only a puddle. We won't need a boat. As for a net, here's what I heard..."
Mavuika appeared in Varka's memory.
"Longing and emotion are like lines of sight crossing one another. They can become a net or a rope, separating love from hate and binding people to events. Anchor an existence with longing, then draw it out with emotion."
Citlali glanced at Mavuika.
"So that's how the Grandmaster knows so much about Natlan. You told him."
"Hahaha! We do get along. He can hold his liquor, and few people can match me drink for drink."
"You didn't tell him anything you shouldn't have while you were drinking, did you? Some things about the Kingdom of the Night God aren't for outsiders to hear. You know that, don't you?"
"Don't worry, don't worry. Even after a few drinks, I know where to draw the line."
"You'd better. Hmph!"
Mavuika might have been the Pyro Archon, but when it came to matters concerning the Kingdom