Layla could grasp the terrifying consequences of the Abyssal disaster from just a few scattered words in books. Of course, she had also seen a Withering Zone firsthand, and the sight of life withering away remained fresh in her memory.
Back on the Sky Screen, the singing continued.
"On that day, an oracle descended, and I heard that withering nation weep with regret."
Greater Lord Rukkhadevata appeared on the screen, using her power to heal an Aranara corrupted by the Abyss.
Greater Lord Rukkhadevata's eyes were filled with concern for the world, but the Abyss's invasion would not stop for her.
As Nahida and Greater Lord Rukkhadevata watched this scene, Greater Lord Rukkhadevata could not help recalling that disaster.
Though she had done all she could to save everyone, she had still fallen short of perfection and left Nahida imprisoned for five hundred years.
"Nahida, I'm sorry..."
"No, you don't need to apologize. You are the great Lord of the Forest. All of Sumeru should be thanking you."
The scene shifted to the Yaksha Bosacius. He sat at a table and drank a bowl of wine, then resolutely set out for the battlefield.
"Amid the undercurrents beneath the Abyss, they marched forward, never looking back."
Next came a scene of Bosacius and the Millelith fighting Abyssal Monsters to the death.
At this sight, Bosacius himself sighed.
"At least, even though karmic debt was eating away at me then, my death was worthwhile. I didn't disgrace the Lord of Geo."
"Bosacius..."
"All right, stop looking so miserable. Aren't we all doing well now? Since we've been given another life, let's enjoy it."
The scene next shifted to Mondstadt. Durin the Demon Dragon appeared, countless knights fell, and blood stained the earth red.
The scene made both Venti and Varka's expressions turn