The giant dragon’s name was Dvalin, and he was once one of Mondstadt’s Four Winds.
Five hundred years ago, he was infected by poisonous blood during a battle with the shadow dragon Durin.
Since then, he has suffered immensely in both body and mind.
As Dvalin listened to the shouts of the Mondstadt people below, the rage in his heart surged ever higher.
Even though I once saved you, Even though I once bled for you all, Even though I have been the one suffering for so long.
Even though I have protected you for a thousand years—a thousand years!
Why?
Why have they forgotten me?
Why are they cheering for those two insects who tried to harm me?
The enraged Dvalin began to counterattack, sending massive purple spheres of wind hurtling toward Emperor Ying and Amber.
The hearts of the citizens below tightened, and their cheers came to an abrupt halt.
However, relying on their agile movements, Emperor Ying and Amber dodged all the wind spheres without a scratch, even managing to strike back from time to time.
Emperor Ying shouted arrogantly at that moment, “Haha, Demon Dragon!
You’re nothing special after all.” Hearing Emperor Ying’s voice, the citizens below immediately felt at ease and continued to cheer for her.
However, the pursued Dvalin suddenly gave a crooked smile.
He flapped his wings violently to accelerate, beginning to condense a vast amount of anemo element energy around himself.
The dragon’s body reared up, then with a sudden burst of speed, he glided in a small arc high in the sky.
Before Emperor Ying and Amber could react, he had already swooped above them.
Directly beneath them was the city of Mondstadt.
Then, a scene appeared that terrified every citizen of Mondstadt.
Stormterror had gathered countless purple air spheres high in the sky, so densely packed that not a single gap could be seen.
Emperor Ying panicked now.
Such a dense barrage of wind bullets…
even with her extreme confidence in her body’s durability, she feared she would be heavily injured by such an attack, let alone Amber beside her or the citizens below.
The mysterious voice spoke up at the right time.
“Oh no, we’re finished now.” “Teyvat Dialect *#*.” Dvalin, consumed by rage and Abyss corruption, gave them no time to prepare.
Countless destructive wind spheres fell like the sky itself was collapsing.
On this day, the people of Mondstadt finally recalled the terror of being dominated by Them for so long, and the humiliation of being imprisoned in a birdcage.
Suddenly, Emperor Ying thought of something and said hurriedly, “Hey, you, the faceless guy talking!
Is there a way to make my voice louder?” “Eh?
Of course I can.
What are you going to…” “Stop talking nonsense, just do it!” “…Fine, it’s done.” Emperor Ying drew a deep breath and then shouted with the loudest voice she could muster: “MOTHER!!!” The melodious cry, laced with anxiety and terror, reached the ears of everyone in Mondstadt.
(Ref: Jing Xin’s cry for her mother as a young girl at the start of ‘Kuiba 1’) Then, as if the voice possessed some sort of magic, the wind spheres in the high sky instantly dissipated, and even the restless anemo element power around Mondstadt immediately calmed down.
The dark clouds slowly began to recede, letting in two rays of sunlight that happened to shine directly on Emperor Ying and the suddenly appearing Tiamat, casting long shadows.
Below, several old priests who witnessed this scene were moved to tears.
They began to worship them, chanting prayers under their breath.
At that moment, in the Mondstadt vegetable market, someone pointed to the spot where Tiamat had originally been standing.
“Eh?
Didn’t that very beautiful young girl just disappear suddenly?” …
Tiamat gazed at Dvalin and then slowly floated toward him.
Dvalin approached her voluntarily as if entranced.
He felt a very familiar aura from Tiamat that made him feel extremely close to her, bringing peace to his heart.
It definitely wasn’t because Tiamat was a little angry, inadvertently emitting the aura of the Dragon Ancestor, which made even his corrupted mind dare not resist.
Tiamat gently caressed Dvalin’s forehead, her eye color shifting from red to green.
A shimmering green light began to encircle Dvalin’s body, with most of the light particles concentrating on the two crystals of poisonous blood on his back.
Soon, the ominous black aura receded, and the poisonous blood fell away, purified into water vapor.
Then the wounds healed, scabbed over, and fell off.
During this process, Dvalin flew very carefully, for fear of…
well, affecting the treatment.
Once Dvalin was healed, his rational thoughts returned.
His blood-red eyes closed and reopened, having restored to their normal pale green color.
Before his words of gratitude could escape, he noticed Tiamat looking exhausted.
He hastily flew beneath her to carry her.
Then, he picked up Emperor Ying and Amber nearby as well, spiraling slowly down toward Mondstadt below.
Emperor Ying and Amber were still in a daze in the air; clearly, the phenomenon just now had exceeded their imagination.
When Emperor Ying snapped out of it and found herself sitting on Dvalin’s back, she realized she had fulfilled a dream and let out an excited “Woohoo!” Amber, on the other hand, had not yet come to her senses; she felt as though she had just experienced a lifetime’s worth of thrills.
As they neared Mondstadt and saw the crowd below becoming clearer, with all eyes fixed on them, she shouted down excitedly, “Mondstadt!
Your Emperor has returned!” The citizens below snapped out of their shock and began to cheer, hugging each other and weeping, or celebrating in various other ways.
Until several people shouted “Emperor Ying” in unison, more and more people began to follow suit.
Before long, almost everyone in Mondstadt was shouting together: “Emperor Ying!
Emperor Ying!
Emperor Ying!” Dvalin felt that times had changed.
In his view, the people below and this “Emperor Ying” on his back definitely had something wrong with their heads.
But when Dvalin glanced at Tiamat on his back, he saw her looking at ‘Emperor Ying’ with a doting expression.
Suddenly…
well, the title of Emperor was well-deserved; this girl would surely become a Great Emperor.
After circling for a bit, Dvalin prepared to land in Mondstadt’s plaza.
The crowd instinctively moved back.
With a loud thud, Dvalin landed steadily, his neck arched as he looked down at the crowd.
However, the crowd was not intimidated.
They continued to shout “Emperor Ying” excitedly.
Dvalin suddenly felt an itch on his neck.
He discovered it was Emperor Ying climbing up his neck.
Dvalin was confused by her behavior, but he didn’t dare move an inch for fear of hurting the little ancestor.
Finally, Emperor Ying climbed to the top of his head, yet she did nothing more, simply standing there.
The shouting below grew quieter, and soon the whole of Mondstadt was silent.
At that moment, Emperor Ying gripped the hilt of her wu feng sword with her right hand, then drew it out sharply, pointing it forward with overbearing aura.
Several Mondstadt citizens instinctively mimicked her, raising their right hands with fingers aligned like a sword, pointing directly at her.
More and more people followed suit until almost everyone in Mondstadt was making this gesture toward Emperor Ying.
…
At a street corner: “Hey, brother, why are we doing this?” “I don’t know, just follow everyone else.” “Oh.” Dvalin felt his worldview being refreshed.
Wait, so she really is a Great Emperor?
What has happened to Mondstadt in these 500 years?
Clearly, the city is still the same city—probably not even a stone has been changed—so how can the people have become so foreign?
Then a cute, soft voice came from below: “Lumine, what are you doing?
Get down here!” “Oh.” After Emperor Ying came down, The atmosphere in the plaza immediately relaxed.
Everyone began to converse, gradually converging toward Emperor Ying.
Amber took this opportunity to quickly jump off Dvalin’s back and slip into the crowd.
When Tiamat slowly floated down, the crowd fell silent again.