"How nostalgic... The first time I admired the view here, I didn't look like this yet..."
Venti sat on the palm of the Statue of The Seven, sipping Special Dandelion Wine as he gazed up at the stars, his thoughts seemingly drifting back to the past.
As he savored the wine, he told Ellin about those bygone days.
It was roughly twenty-six hundred years ago.
Back then, the mortal world had not yet been divided among the Seven Archons.
And Mondstadt was a bitterly cold land shrouded in ice, snow, and freezing winds.
The king who ruled old Mondstadt was Decarabian, the [God of Storms].
Decarabian built his royal capital, which was now Stormterror's Lair.
Decarabian raised a mighty storm, forming a wall of wind around the entire capital that kept out the snow and cold.
He planned his people's lives for them. Here, everyone had a place assigned to them in advance and lived out dull, repetitive days.
He was deeply satisfied with the royal city he had created, sitting high atop his tower and basking in his people's worship.
In such a bitterly cold land, survival meant relying on him. They had no other choice.
Here, he was the absolute god. The people could worship no one else.
And that vast power of faith gave him overwhelming strength.
Andrius, the Wolf King of the North Wind, had once challenged him, but could not shake the capital in the slightest.
But wherever there was oppression, there would be resistance.
Within old Mondstadt's wall of wind, there were people who could not bear the monotony of their days. They wanted to see the world beyond the wind wall.
And so, the head of the Gunnhildr clan led his people out of its shelter and into the world beyond.
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