That night, the Angel's Share tavern had already closed.
There were no customers in the tavern, nor had any staff stayed behind. Even the lights of Mondstadt had begun to go dark as its people drifted off to sleep.
It was the perfect time to discuss secrets.
Inside the tavern, Paimon, Lumine, Diluc, Jean, and Ellin sat around the bar, ready to listen to the bard's tale.
Under everyone's gaze, the Best Bard in the World plucked his strings and began telling the story of a dragon.
It was a story that began in ancient times.
Back then, the gods still walked the earth.
The Sky Dragon descended from the heavens, curious about everything in the world.
The dragon sought his own answers, yet could not understand the tangled complexities of the mortal world.
The Anemo Archon plucked his strings, and the Holy Lyre der Himmel answered each of his questions.
The dragon was but a curious child, flying carefree, even to this day.
He listened to poetry, wishing to learn to sing so that all living things might understand his heart.
Soon, the Anemo Archon and the dragon faded into legend, and an age of darkness followed.
At that time, the seats of the Lion of the South Wind and the Falcon of the West stood vacant, while Andrius could not fight.
An evil dragon named Durin drew near Mondstadt.
Suffering cast its shadow over the great Cathedral, and poets wove the people's lamentations into verse once more.
The prayers of countless people in Mondstadt awakened the Eastern Wind Dragon, the last remaining member of the Four Winds.
The Eastern Wind Dragon answered their call, battling the evil dragon to the death amid the raging storm!
In the end, the Eastern Wind Dragon tore through the evil dragon's throat,