The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [70]

Dvalin realized that, consumed by his anger, he had overlooked the beauty of Mondstadt—the very land he had sworn to protect. Worse, he had nearly destroyed it himself in his fury.

Taking a deep breath, the dragon seemed to find his clarity. His six wings spread wide, propelling him forward with a newfound determination.

Seeing Dvalin take flight, Jia Changjiang laughed heartily. “That’s more like it! Seriously, you’re younger than Venti, and look at how lively he is! Why do you act like an old man carrying the weight of the world?”

“Come on, Dvalin, let’s really fly this time!”

Jia Changjiang’s wings unfurled, flames rippling across their surface as his body began to grow.

“Cataclysm!!”

Fiery cracks spread across his massive demon wings, and his form expanded again, larger and more imposing than before.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

Infernal flames coiled around Jia Changjiang, creating even greater wings that left blazing trails through the air.

“Woohoo!!”

Spiraling through the sky, he twisted and turned, the fiery trails forming elegant, ribbon-like spirals that lingered in the heavens.

The power meant to bring about destruction was now painting beauty across the skies.

Watching this, Lumine couldn’t help but reach out. Resonating with the Anemo energy from the Statues of the Seven, she summoned a surge of wind from her hands. The gentle breeze intertwined with Jia Changjiang’s infernal flames, scattering into sparkling embers across the sky.

“Ha-ha-ha!”

Jia Changjiang’s enormous figure soared upward, leaving trails of fire and wind. His pure delight became infectious, and soon even Dvalin couldn’t hold back.

Spreading his six wings wide, Dvalin gave in to his instincts, flying freely as he once had in ages past.

In the towns outside Mondstadt, villagers paused in their work and looked up at the sky. What they saw left them speechless.

A majestic dragon and a fearsome demon streaked across the heavens—not battling, but moving as if they were dancing together. Their movements left behind vivid, dazzling trails that shimmered before slowly fading.

Accompanying this celestial dance was the sound of harp music and a gentle, melodious song. The villagers, captivated, stopped everything to watch and listen, unable to tear their eyes away.

In that moment, Dvalin’s graceful form and the song of the wind carried a powerful realization to the people of Mondstadt.

They remembered the ancient tales passed down in their poetry:

Long ago, in an age when ice covered the land, the Anemo Archon and the dragon drove back the snow and frost.

In a time when the North Wind fell, the Lionfang Knight vanished, and the Eagle Banner lay still, the Sky Dragon fought valiantly against a venomous foe to protect Mondstadt.

A hundred years had passed since those legends faded into memory, but today, the Sky Dragon’s silhouette returned to the heavens.

Accompanied by a song, carried by the unrestrained winds, the dragon danced in freedom once more.

“Lord Barbatos, the Anemo Archon…”

The people of Mondstadt knew the truth. The dragon flying above was none other than their East Wind Protector, Dvalin. The melody resonating through the skies could only belong to their god of freedom.

Yet as they watched, a collective question arose:

But who—or what—is that enormous demon flying alongside them?

Did Mondstadt sign a pact with hell?

Unaware of the townsfolk’s confusion, Jia Changjiang and Lumine were entirely absorbed in perfecting their aerial performance.

Dvalin, too, had surrendered to the joy of flight, soaring with an abandon he hadn’t felt in centuries.

For the first time in hundreds of years, Dvalin felt carefree and at peace.

He looked down at the land below—the verdant plains, rolling hills, and dense forests that stretched far and wide.

He saw the countless people who called this land home—farming, hunting, living their lives.

No longer did their faces carry the despair he remembered from long ago, when a poisoned dragon’s shadow darkened the land.

Now, they looked skyward at him with awe and hope.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Dvalin felt curious about the world again.

Perhaps the people below could finally understand him now.

In Mondstadt City, chaos was brewing.

“Miss Lisa! We’ve spotted Stormterror approaching the city!”

As acting head of the Knights of Favonius in Jean’s absence, Lisa had taken charge of managing affairs.

While Jean was away, Mondstadt had suffered occasional attacks from hilichurls and Abyss Mages. Thankfully, the city’s defensible position had prevented any major damage, but the knights remained on high alert.

“Dvalin?” Lisa raised an eyebrow.

She had a vague idea of why Jean had left the city with Jia Changjiang and Lumine. Could this mean their mission had failed?

“Not only that,” the knight continued nervously, “there’s a massive demon flying alongside him! Should we mobilize forces to secure the city?”

“A demon?” Lisa’s brow furrowed. “Did the Abyss Order summon it?”

“Get the defenses ready,” she instructed calmly. “I’ll go take a look myself.”

Climbing to the top of the Knights’ headquarters, Lisa used a spyglass to observe the figures approaching the city.

She spotted Dvalin, his majestic form unmistakable. Flying beside him was the hulking figure of Jia Changjiang, whose imposing presence was offset by Lumine perched cheerfully on his horns.

Lisa smiled knowingly. “Looks like they pulled it off after all.”

When Dvalin and Jia Changjiang crossed over the Dawn Winery’s vineyards and reached Mondstadt’s skies, they almost caused mass panic.

But the expected attack never came.

Instead, the people of Mondstadt looked up to see the dragon and demon weaving through the air together. Their wings left trails of vivid green and fiery red, intertwining like a masterpiece painted across the heavens.

The music—Venti’s song—soothed the frightened citizens. In that moment, Mondstadt fell silent, every gaze fixed on the skies, entranced by this extraordinary performance.

“Lord Barbatos and the Sky Dragon… have returned!”

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T/N: Cataclysm is Aatrox's Ult (WORLD ENDER!!!) (i used to main aatrox hehe) (future me here aatrox DID get reworked so idk if that was his old ults name)

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