On the great arena of the Good Meat Clan's Hilichurl tribe.
Bang!
The heads of two huge Hilichurls slammed together, their hands locked against each other. Even the dust at their feet was swept away by an invisible ring of force.
The fierce collision made the arena tremble slightly.
"Ya!"
"Ya!!"
"Ya!!!"
The ring of Hilichurls surrounding them watched the fierce contest between the two Hilichurl Mitachurls in the middle and burst into enthusiastic cheers.
Their cheers rose in one unbroken wave after another.
A night-colored raven stood on the branch of a tree outside, watching the activity in the arena.
Like a camera, those raven eyes transmitted everything they saw to Her Highness the Prinzessin der Verurteilung behind the scenes.
On a distant patch of grass.
The grass, a dozen or so centimeters tall, just reached their calves.
"Well? What's happening over there?"
Li Qiuzhi asked the blonde girl, who stood with her arms folded and her eyes closed, observing the situation through Oz.
Fischl knitted her pretty brows and opened her right eye, the one not covered by her black eyepatch. Revealing an emerald-green iris, she said,
"Those Hilichurls are fighting. It feels... hmm, it feels as though they're even stronger than you, foolish attendant.
"The Elemental Monument in the center of the arena is Cryo. That move you used last night won't work, either."
Li Qiuzhi was a little surprised by Fischl's words. If the Elemental Monument had been Hydro or Anemo, he would have had a way to activate it from a distance.
But it just had to be Cryo.
That meant they had to get close and touch it with the Mist Flower stored in Fischl's Vision.
They had used this Mist Flower before, when he gathered Hydro Ore with her in a cave.
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