Because Teyvat's fate was locked in place by the Divine Plan.
Mavuika: I bear the title of a god and carry so many people's hopes on my shoulders. I have to reach the end of fate, whatever awaits me there.
Paimon: Yeah, the outcome of this plan might already have been written.
Mavuika: I know. So what? Don't forget the shape of time. The past, present, and future exist simultaneously, and they are equally important.
Mavuika: Even if the future ends in destruction, that doesn't mean everything before our eyes isn't worth saving.
Mavuika: And it is precisely because humans cannot know their fate that they will always give it their all.
No matter how clever you were, how sincere, even after your tears ran dry, you could scarcely change half a line of fate.
The bonfire gradually died down, and Lang-Gan's night breeze swept across the square, carrying the lingering warmth of the embers.
Ronava stood, tucked the crimson feather into her sleeve, and glanced sideways at Istaroth. "You haven't said a word all this time."
Istaroth did not answer.
She merely watched the people who had drunkenly collapsed around the square. Su Yun slumped beside a broken log, clutching a half-eaten leg of lamb, while Paimon lay asleep right on top of his head.
The Jester hugged the rock Ronava had been sitting on, holding the Fool's Eye as though about to drive a nail into it.
Meanwhile, Nahida was quietly drawing a tiny dream mark on each child's forehead.
At last, Istaroth spoke, her voice very soft. "You know my authority."
She stood, and the night breeze lifted a corner of her robes, revealing an extremely small, almost invisible silver pocket watch at her waist.
Its face had no hands, only a single engraved sentence-"Everything has happened,