Genshin Impact: The Water God Wants Me to Confess

The Wind Dragon Ruins are quietly located in the northwest of Mondstadt, hidden in the Bright Crown Mountains, like a pearl forgotten by time. This mysterious and vicissitudes of life area carries a magnificent history.

In the distant past, the demon god of fierce winds, Dekalapian, used his supreme power to build the magnificent capital of Mondstadt here.

However, this powerful but lonely king implemented a repressive rule, which made the people of Mondstadt miserable. Finally, the people could no longer bear it and resolutely raised their flags, rose up in resistance, and vowed to overthrow this brutal regime.

After that thrilling struggle, the gentle and free god of wind, Barbatos, took over the devastated Mondstadt.

With his miraculous powers and deep love for his people, he reshaped every inch of Mondstadt. He blew away the snow, leveled the towering mountains, and opened up a land of hope and vitality for his people.

As the environment improved, people gradually left the ruins of the Wind Dragon, which had suffered so much, and headed for the shores of the Wine Lake, where they built a new capital - Mondstadt, which was later known to people.

At least that's what the historical records show, but what is the true history of Mondstadt? Perhaps only the lofty and elusive wind god Barbatos can truly understand the mystery.

And in this mysterious Wind Dragon ruins, there is another person who seems to know many unknown secrets.

He is the remnant from Kanreya, the one known as the "Sword of the Last Light".

Here, a simple camp quietly stood, with a bonfire burning fiercely, and the dancing flames illuminated everything around.

Dainsleb sat quietly by the side, skillfully turning the grilled fish in his hands. His deep eyes were always fixed on the tallest building in the center of the Wind Dragon Ruins - the Dekalapian Tower!

Just hearing the name is enough to remind people of the heavy history and endless legends carried by this tower. Yes, this is where the former fierce wind demon god Dikarabion ruled and looked down on the people.

This ancient abandoned city was once filled with the sound of howling winds. However, as time passed, the figure perched atop the tower alone has disappeared.

Only the sound of the wind hovering over the abandoned city was still whimpering in a low voice, as if telling stories of the ancient past that no one knew about: about its former master, the powerful demon god; about the nameless elves floating in the wind; and the passionate group singing that once shook the spire...

All the stories will gradually be buried in the long river of time as time goes by, waiting for someone to unveil their mysterious veil.

"Failed Demon God of Fierce Wind! Have you ever really thought about what your loyal people really want in their hearts? No, you have never had such a thought, because you are always high above, far away from the world, and naturally cannot understand their truest demands."

"You are standing so high, so high that you seem to be out of this world."

Dainsleb stared at the towering Dekalapian Tower before him and muttered to himself.

"Look at this towering Decalabian Tower! It is just like you, standing above the clouds in the sky. How can it see the filth and ugliness hidden in the dark corners below? Those Gumond people protected by you are nothing but a group of ungrateful fools."

"You created a safe and secure shelter for them, provided them with an environment where they could continue to survive, and used your powerful strength to resist the raging and roaring wind and snow from the outside world. However, how did these ungrateful guys treat you?"

"They stubbornly believe that you have ruthlessly imprisoned them and restrained their steps towards freedom. How sad!"

"Poor God of the Fierce Wind, even at the last moment of your life, when your body was destroyed by your own people, I'm afraid you still couldn't understand why they resisted you so fiercely. Is the so-called [freedom] they pursued really the right path?"

A barely perceptible sadness suddenly flashed across Dainsleb's blue eyes, which were as deep as the vast stars.

This is really surprising, considering that the Kanriya people, who are the most disgusted with the existence of gods, would feel sad for an ancient demon god who has been dead for thousands of years.

Whoosh... At this moment, a breeze blew quietly by. Dainsreb closed his eyes slightly, quietly feeling this breeze which was not very strong.

In a moment, he suddenly laughed, and that smile seemed so thin, desolate and full of sarcasm.

"Haha, but in the final analysis, you are nothing but a complete loser. No matter what the whole process is like, and no matter whether you have unspeakable difficulties deep in your heart, you cannot change your fate of being eliminated in this cruel war between demons and gods..."

"Just like me, I failed to protect the Kanreya I loved. I could only watch it being ruthlessly destroyed by the high and mighty gods in front of me. I could not change anything, and I could not do anything..."

"And what about you? You also failed to live up to the high hopes that your people placed on you, and failed to meet their various needs. In the end, you ended up with a tragic death at the hands of the people you once protected."

Dainsleb's cold words were like a sharp sword, ruthlessly cutting through the air, and every word was full of sharpness and harshness. The words that came out from his tightly pursed lips seemed to carry a piercing chill, making people shudder.

It was obvious that Dainsleb was full of disdain for the actions and methods taken by the deceased Wind Demon God Dikarapian.

He seemed to feel that everything the once powerful demon god did was so stupid, short-sighted and worthless.

This contempt was not only expressed in his words, but also in his slightly raised eyebrows and extremely cold eyes, as if the mere mention of the name Diocletian was enough to make him feel disgust and ridicule.

After all, he was a Kanriya, and he was the one who hated gods the most. He hated them all equally, whether they were the ancient demon gods or the seven gods today.