FOR EONS PERSISTING, Venti had only known disparagement and languish, a prisoner to the weight

of vilification by those who cast his worth aside. The subject of derision he was in the eyes of many,

while he borne the brunt of disdain, and as the value for brute strength increased, the more his ethereal

nature was dismissed as something inconsequential. The people of Teyvat were relentless in their

onslaught of degrading accusations, and with time, the God of Wind grew to lose faith in his abilities

which teetered on the edge of oblivion.

Across the sprawling expanse of Teyvat, where hope and despair intertwined, the inhabitants hailing from

every corner and nation cast their damning gaze upon him, deeming Venti the feeblest of the Seven

Archons. A pervasive sentiment permeated the air, suffocating his spirit, as the echoes of disappointment

reverberated throughout the land. Amidst the tapestry of their desires for freedom and bliss, they callously

dismissed his gentle nature, his ethereal affinity for music and wind, branding them as inconsequential

trifles, unworthy of an Archon's lofty stature.

In this relentless Teyvetian eyes, an Archon's might measured naught but the cataclysmic display of

power on the battlefield. It was only in both the rampant chaos and visceral destruction inflicted upon

villainous adversaries and those deserving retribution that the strength of an Archon found validation. Yet

there Venti resided, veiled in obscurity, a phantom within his nation of Mondstadt, tirelessly guarding the

lives of its people with unwavering dedication. Alas, such selfless acts of protection were met with

belittlement and scorn from citizens beyond its borders, their tongues venomous with hateful words that

denied his rightful place as a true God.

In their eyes, he amounted to nothing more than the remnants of greatness, a wasted potential relegated to

the cavernous depths of insignificance.

The weight of these accusations pressed upon Venti's soul and sunk him into a pit of anguish and

self-doubt. Each mocking word and derisive laugh etched itself into his being, eroding the light within

him. If the people had no faith, could it be that he truly was as weak as they made him out to be?

Perched atop a weathered cliff, Venti's emerald eyes gaze into the vast expanse of Mondstadt's sweeping

plains. A gentle breeze rustled through his verdant robes, carrying with it the murmurs of the wind. He

closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the symphony of whispers that surround him, as the desires of the

people meld with the ethereal currents.

The wind's voice becomes a chorus of longing, delicate yet fervent, as prayers intertwine with the subtle

harmonies of nature. Venti's senses became attuned to their deepest desires, their unspoken hopes carried

on fragile wings.

"Oh, winds of destiny, carry our plea to the heavens above! Grant us a god of untamed power, a beacon of

strength that will defend us properly!”

"Revive my nation’s name by passing unto us a great Archon, whose very existence shall serve as a

testament to our triumph over adversity!"

"Heed our cries! We yearn for a god whose dominion will be felt in every corner of Teyvat, a deity that

will make us tremble in awe and bend the knee!"

They yearned for an Archon of unyielding power, an indomitable force that would safeguard them with

unmatched might. A true God, capable of shaping destiny and toppling empires.

Amid this symphony of yearning, Venti's heart pulsed with contemptuous impotence, slivering through

his veins like poison. He had a role to fulfill, expectations to meet, and people to protect.

Why was it that nobody acknowledged his efforts?

The people criticized him, the Gods shunned him. A tempest of conflicting emotions rages within him. On

one hand, he embraces his love for the wind, the joy he brings to the people through his songs, and the

freedom he cherishes above all. But on the other, the unrelenting chorus of hatred across the nations

pressed upon him terribly.

The gusts strengthen, tugging at his robes as if urging him to unleash his true power. Yet, Venti resists, for

he knows the devastation that lies within him. He has tasted the chaos he can unleash, the destructive

force that could bring ruin to everything he holds dear. And so, he resists.

But at this moment, as the wind's whispers crescendo to a deafening clamor, Venti can no longer ignore

the primal urges that stir within him. A glimmer of darkness flickers behind his eyes, a reflection of the

abyss that beckons. Darkness crept into his thoughts, seducing him with promises of power and

recognition, a tempting path to prove his worth.

Those who chose to hail other gods would be wreaked havoc upon, he thought. He was just as worthy as

the other Seven, he would prove that.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, cloaking the land in an inky shroud, Venti stood at the precipice of a

decision. The night air whispered secrets to him, its cold tendrils caressing his skin, as if urging him to

embrace the chaos erupting within. And at that moment, a choice was made.

He would start with the strongest nations of Liyue, Inazuma, and Snezhnaya, whose people have known

solace in knowing their Archons possessed heaps of power. Not once did it come to their minds, Venti

thought, that they would be ambushed, let alone by the God of Wind’s ‘lesser’ capability. Then, he would

make their way down the weaker few, Natlan, Fontaine, Sumeru, and finally, his people.

“Those traitorous fools who hath betrayed me most,” he seethed to nobody in particular, “will be

devoured by retribution and wrath of the wind.”

There was dormant energy within him, originating back to the great wars between Archons many a time

ago, one that if not tamed could potentially destroy everything in his wake. He spent these years

suppressing it, that divine power that even the highest of beings could not match, and he knew the

consequences that came with unleashing it.

He saw vivid images of the wreckage he had caused then - the once bustling cities reduced to smoldering

ruins, their magnificent structures turned to mere ash and rubble. Streets once filled with life are now

adorned with the lifeless bodies of fallen warriors and innocent citizens alike, their hopes and dreams

forever extinguished. The deafening echoes of his godly power, the fierce gusts of wind tearing through

the land from his colossal size, which only largened as his strength increased.

His archon abilities could reshape the very world and leave behind a trail of devastation that was

irreparable.

But it was much needed now. The people of Teyvat needed to learn a lesson, they needed to be able to

distinguish true power from great power, strength from mere force. And until then, until they paid the

price for disregarding the might within his form and for being deceived by his looks, he would not rest.

Venti wasted no time in strolling to Liyue, a smile plastered on his features as he strode with an air of

ominous purpose. His porcelain skin was once so delicate now shimmered with dark energy, and as he

ventured forth, corruption trailed in his wake. With every step, the vibrant essence of the wind twisted and

contorted, taking on an eerie hue that mirrored his malevolent intentions.

As he approached the land of Geo, a once steadfast and unyielding nation, the earth itself seemed to

tremble in anticipation. The people in the bustling market-filled streets, unsuspecting and engrossed in

their daily lives, were about to witness a force beyond their comprehension. Venti extended his right palm,

and tendrils of dark, corrupted wind snaked out, ensnaring the unsuspecting residents by each of their

throats. Their struggles were futile as they were enveloped by the suffocating grasp of his corrupt

elemental powers, and eyes once filled with determination now glazed over with a hollow emptiness.

With a smile of satisfaction, he bent their wills to his dark influence.

“Be not afraid, dearest people of Liyue. My purpose here is not to harm, but to liberate,” he declared, his

eyes beaming with a mixture of determination and compassion. The already panicked crowd, clutching at

the unwavering black wisps of air squeezing tightly at their throats, began to wriggle around and attempt

to forcibly release themselves. Venti's words, though cryptic, held the promise of something greater, a

chance for redemption for these inadequate, dependent humans, only if they were willing to listen to him.

Well, maybe he was demanding more than that, but they didn’t have to know.

He continued, his voice carrying a haunting melody. “Embrace the knowledge I offer, and I will grant you

the key to your freedom.” His words hung in the air, a tantalizing invitation to transcend the limitations

that bound them. “Choose to deny enlightenment, and I might not be so forgiving… hehe.”

As he continued to walk through the city which adorned Geo, he looked at every individual face, doing

his best to etch in the memory of the innocent civilian’s expressions. Maybe later, after all this was over,

he’d look back at their faces, pained with the realization that their Archon wasn’t around to help them.

“H-help… us… oh, Great Rex Lapis. Protect your nation… from the Anemo Archon…” choked out a

voice from behind him, and with his curiosity piqued, Venti turned around, that rosy-cheeked look of

bafflement on his face.

“Aww.. heavens above…” he murmured, feigning sympathy with a jutted-out pout of his lips as he

approached the source of the voice. A man, maybe around 25, had his eyes widened in fear, teeth bared as

the grip of wind tightened around his throat. He desperately prayed to his God, even when Venti’s

presence stood before him, face close enough to feel the mortal’s shuddered breaths. “There’s no use in

calling out to your God. Not now, not ever. He doesn’t hear your cries like I do. I listen unlike any other,

and that’s why I’m here today!”

With the populace now enslaved, Venti continued his relentless advance, walking away from the citizen

with hands behind his back.

“I’m not hearing any words of compliance…” he sighed, stopping once again on the harbor path. “Have

you all no shame? You’re rejecting the help of a God while he stands before you, to do what, surrender to

your pathetic Rex Lapis? Where is he then? Surely, if he wanted to rescue you, he would’ve, isn’t that

right?”

There was a sudden surge of warmth within him, crackling in his palms as if he bestowed the power of

Electro now.

“Oh well…!” the Archon shrugged, building up his power by summoning the strength of hundreds of

torrents in just the palm of his hand. It always fascinated him how much potential he had, how easy it was

to bring it forth if he so pleased. Usually, it was reserved for greater disasters, and well, brainwashed

societies technically were a great disaster in his eyes.

What kind of Archon would he be to sit and watch them all bow at their knees for terrible Gods? That

wouldn’t make him any better, and he knew in his heart that he was better.

“If you all are truly set on worshipping a traitor still, then don’t get mad at me for punishing you!” He

laughed. With a resounding roar that shook the foundations of the city, Venti unleashed his corrupt

elemental abilities upon the powerless populace. Arcs of malevolent wind spiraled around him, tearing

through buildings and reducing them to rubble with an otherworldly force. The once serene streets of

Liyue were transformed into a chaotic battleground, where destruction reigned supreme. He delivered this

form of punishment with a smile.

Amidst the chaos, Venti's form underwent a significant metamorphosis. His figure, once delicate and

seemingly fragile, began to expand and swell, muscles coiling with newfound strength, and his height

increased steadily as if the very ground beneath him yielded to his burgeoning power. Towering over the

city, he cast an imposing shadow that sent chills down the spines of those unfortunate enough to witness

his wrath. He loved this, loved being able to let go again. If anything, this was his true form, not that puny

cage of a petite human boy.

The people of Liyue, paralyzed with fear and disbelief, could only watch as their beloved city crumbled

beneath the weight of Venti's destructive might. His features were still surprisingly gentle as every step he

took sent tremors through the earth, cracks spreading like veins beneath his now large feet.

As the dust settled and the devastation lay in ruins, Venti stood as an indomitable force, his presence

casting a long, sinister shadow over the remnants of Liyue. It was a stark reminder of the power he

wielded, a warning to all who dared to challenge his might. Let this be a warning, he thought, to the other

nations who await my arrival. Let them sit, knowing they are helpless.

The winds howled and voices screamed in mournful symphony, carrying with them the cries of the

shattered city, as Venti's transformation had only just begun, and Teyvat trembled in anticipation of what

was yet to come.

Still, when his city was in shambles, Rex Lapis was nowhere to be found. Not even the higher beings who

were more than capable to put an end to the madness intervened. “Do you watch me, up above?” Venti

called out, walking through the ruins in long, slow strides. “How far will you let me go? Maybe, just

maybe… you also want Teyvat to fall? Was it your plan that I would be the one to do it? Did you

purposefully pit all these fools against me?”

As Venti's dark presence loomed over the grand shrapnel, the consequence of the Geo Archon’s lacked

involvement, a sinister smile played upon his lips. Their God, a symbol of unwavering strength and

fortitude, literally symbolizing the sturdiness of rocks, now had his beautiful nation in ruins. Oh, these

people loved Rex Lapis, and if somehow, there were any survivors left, not one would even utter his

name. Venti relished in the knowledge that the once mighty ruler would witness the devastation of his

beloved nation before succumbing to the same fate.

With each step towards the heart of the citadel, Venti reveled in the chaos he had sown, relishing in the

cries of anguish and the shattered hopes of the people. The land of Geo quaked beneath his corrupt

presence, the embodiment of weakness and despair. And as he prepared to face the Archon, the

embodiment of true strength, Venti's malevolent laughter echoed through the desecrated streets, a chilling

symphony that heralded the triumph of darkness over light.

At that moment, as he gazed upon the aftermath of his cataclysmic power, Venti felt a profound joy in

knowing he was not weak, not like people accused him of being. Could the Great Rex Lapis do this, with

his summoning of meteors from the sky? Of course, he could. As easily as the God of Wind?

“You’ve got quite more to learn,” he sighed. “However, I don’t plan on giving you enough time to see the

day.”

A confrontation of immense proportions unfolded. Rex Lapis stood defiantly before the larger figure of

Venti, his honey-like eyes blazing with resentment for what occurred in his city. The air crackled with

tension as their powers clashed in a battle for the ages.

Rex Lapis raised his voice, filled with a mixture of sorrow and resolve. “Barbatos,” he began, using the

wind God’s name. “What have you done? The people of Teyvat deserve a protector, not a destroyer. I will

not let you unleash chaos upon this land.”

Venti tilted his head downwards at the sight, smiling at how small and powerless the usually-taller man

now looked at his feet. “Protector? I’m beyond that, even more than a mere guardian. I am the

embodiment of power itself.”

“We can discuss further if you revert to your normal sel-”

“And then what, be looked down upon once more?” Venti laughed, the sound bellowing through the city

and reaching landscapes that bordered the destruction before him. “No, I want to be admired and seen for

who I am. They’ll look up to me, look up at me. It’s a beautiful thing!”

“Then I’ve no choice.” Rex Lapis summoned forth a meteor shower, and Venti stood unmoving, his

presence growing more imposing with each passing moment. He looked up, seeing the blazing boulders

falling at what appeared to be a slow rate, but in actuality, it was thousands of miles every second.

He hummed and looked back down to Rex Lapis, whose brows were pinched together in concentration.

“You think you can pummel me into submission with these puny pebbles? You underestimate the might I

possess, just like everyone else.”

With a graceful wave of his hand, Venti summoned the tempestuous winds, a swirling vortex that defied

the laws of nature. The meteors, once destined to rain destruction upon him, were pushed aside with ease,

their lethal trajectory altered by the unseen force of Venti's power.

Rex Lapis watched awestruck, his golden irises blown wide as his desperate attempt to crush the towering

figure was met with resistance. “It cannot be…”

Venti's laughter, a chilling sound that echoed through the air, pierced the heart of his opponent. “You held

yourself as a beholder of true strength, Rex Lapis, but you were blind to the depths of power that similarly

lie within me.” He flickered his hand once again, one swift motion which guided torrents of wind towards

the white-hot rocks and led them elsewhere. “Your arrogance seals your fate.”

Rex Lapis watched in awe and horror as the very weapons he had summoned were turned against him.

One of the colossal rocks veered off course and crashed down upon the archon with a thunderous impact.

Even in his mighty form, Rex Lapis could not withstand the crushing weight of the rock, and he crumpled

beneath its merciless blow.

Amidst the chaos and destruction, a silence fell over the battlefield and dust settled around Venti’s feet,

meanwhile, all the Anemo Archon did was chuckle at the sight. His towering cast a shadow over the

fallen archon, staring down at the once indomitable Rex Lapis with a mixture of triumph and a sort of ‘oh

well!’ feeling. The people who had seen wailed the loss of their God mournfully, carrying the weight of

the moment as the magnitude of Rex Lapis's demise settled upon their hearts.

“You were supposed to be an embodiment of strength,” Venti's voice resonated with a bitter edge.

“But even your might could not save you from your blindness.”

As the anguished cries of the citizens of Liyue mingled with the howling wind, Venti mimicked Rex

Lapis’s actions, using his wind to lift buildings from the ground and send them down from the sky.

Children and elderly alike scurried around the streets, eyes bulging as they saw rubble falling towards

them, but still, the fools continued to attempt a pathetic escape. There was nowhere to run though - debris

fell everywhere, squashing many bodies into flat, bloody corpses, while others were crushed and still

surviving. Ouch.. how painful, Venti thought, watching with a towering form them towering form over the

land he continued to traverse. They’ll die eventually, maybe blood loss.

His next journey would be to Inazuma, a ways away from Liyue’s greatness and bearing another shore

across the sea. What would normally take days by ship would take Venti a mere half hour, his steps large

enough to enable him to trudge through the cold water that gradually became more electrifying the closer

he got.

Raiden Shogun, the Archon of Electro, was quite mighty, enough to make his smaller form cower from

her name knowing the things she was capable of. With a swing of her lightning-infused sword, she could

slaughter and behead any trespassers and beholders of elemental powers, and with realization, Venti

realized that he too could do something similar. He smiled as he set foot onto the city, which rested atop a

mountainside cliff. He shook off the water that soaked his stockings and puffed shorts, looking over the

cliffside and seeing beings who looked a bit smaller than they did in the land of Geo. Could it be that he

grew in size once more? He knew that was possible, but he didn’t notice it.

The stronger my power gets, the bigger I grow. I may need a bit more leverage here against the Shogun.

Venti, now emboldened by his growing power, leaned over the cliffside and smiled down at the people,

who were paralyzed in shock and wept at the arrival of the tumultuous God’s arrival. He only smiled

down at them, cheeks glazed over in their signature pink blush as he searched the crowd of military men.

Their faces feigned confidence and brute strength, but he knew that on the inside, they were aware of how

slim their chances of winning were. He could hear their doubts, their pleas to the heavenly beings who

looked down much like he did to rescue them from this unwinnable battle.

“Move forth,” a low, monotonous, and womanly voice uttered amongst the crowd, and there he spotted

the Raiden Shogun, clad in her purple robes with her hair electrified and glowing, much like her eyes. She

was trying to discreetly summon her powers, maintaining eye contact with the larger form of the wind

God, listening to the cries and yells coming from her citizens who were begging for her to come to the

rescue.

At her command, men from the militia got into position, their long spears in hand as they lunged forth in

attempts to stab Venti. Even if they managed to succeed, which he couldn’t tell, it was nothing but a

scratch, their weaponry barely puncturing his skin.

“Commanders, leave no room for hesitation - defeat the Anemo Archon.”

The citizens trembled with fear and watched in horror as the men from their armies were cut down one by

one by the merciless wind. They huddled together, seeking solace in each other's arms, their eyes wide

with terror. Whispers of desperate prayers and pleas for salvation filled the air, as they clung to the fading

hope that their almighty Electro Archon would come to their rescue.

“Surely the Raiden Shogun will protect us!” the frightened voices murmured. “Her blade can pierce

thousands all at once!”

“Yes, she will save us! She will restore order,” another voice chimed in, though the quiver in their tone

betrayed their wavering conviction.

But as the lifeless bodies of their fallen comrades littered the ground and the oppressive presence of

Venti's power-loomed overhead, their hope dimmed. Their pleas grew quieter, lost in the cacophony of

destruction that echoed through the city. With each life lost and each swing of Venti's devastating

wind-blade, their faith wavered. As the carnage continued to unfold, the citizens clung to one another,

their huddled bodies making it easier for Venti to initiate the plan he had in mind.

“Don’t be afraid, citizens of Inazuma,” he tried to gently reassure while simultaneously flicking away

armies with his large fingertip. For others, he sent narrow and sharp gusts of wind past their throats and

cut away flesh without effort. “The end will only be bestowed upon you if you show any resistance. That,

or your beloved God of Electro chooses to engage in battle, then maybe I won’t be so generous there

either… What do you say, dearest Raiden? You may as well just surrender, I hear slavery is much better

than death.”

His voice carried an air of dark amusement as he taunted the Raiden Shogun, reveling in the chaos and

destruction he had wrought upon her land. With a glint of mischief and malice in his emerald eyes, he

awaited her response and studied her demeanor - also feigning certainty.

Still, the Raiden Shogun stood defiantly, her eyes narrowed with determination and a hint of resentment.

“What is the cause for all of this? You want to prove yourself, isn’t that it?” she retorted, her voice laced

with controlled fury. “But know this, once a weak Archon, always a weak Archon, no matter how much

you delude yourself into thinking otherwise. The people of Inazuma will never bow to your whims, be it

enslavement you torment us with, or death.”

With a swift motion, she summoned lightning to her hand, only for Venti's winds to whisk it away

effortlessly. The swirling gusts toyed with electricity, forming a tornado-like shape around her and making

it difficult for her to see. Yet, undeterred, the Raiden Shogun held her ground, her gaze unwavering.

“The true power of Inazuma lies not in destruction, but in the resilience of its people,” she proclaimed, her

voice resolute. “Our strength is not measured by the size of our swords or the scale of our destruction.”

Venti's laughter carried on the wind, a chilling sound that seemed to reverberate through the very core of

Inazuma. “Hehe, such empty words, silly!” he mocked. “You don’t believe a word you just said. Not with

how you cage yourself away from society and take away your people’s rights to bestow elemental powers.

Pity, considering us Archons, we’re sworn to protect our people, not control them.”

As their banter echoed through the war-torn streets, a clash of powers and ideologies, the fate of Inazuma

hung in the balance.

The air crackled with the electrifying energy swirling around Raiden Shogun, her power reaching its

pinnacle. Bolts of lightning danced around her, illuminating the darkened sky as she summoned all her

might, something he hadn’t seen in a millennium. How underwhelming, he thought, eyes gazing at the

deep purple sky that erupted with thunder. You’d think that getting to witness all its greatness finally, turns

out to be not so great.

The corrupted Archon observed her with a twisted smile, his winds swirling around him in a malevolent

dance. As she prepared to unleash her devastating strike, Venti seized the opportunity - with a swift

motion, he gathered the force of his wind, merging it with the crackling sparks of electricity. The collision

of their opposing powers sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, creating a cataclysmic clash of

elements. The combined forces intertwined together, and to the Shogun’s disbelief, Venti indeed was as

strong as he was large. No, his power was beyond that. Her eyes widened in disbelief, features contorted

with pain as she realized the precariousness of her situation. Venti’s force was too immense to protect

herself now. As long as there was wind, it would continue to touch her skin, inflicting those high voltage

pricks onto her flesh, exhausting her to near death as all she could do was watch.

“Y-you will regret what you’ve done,” she choked out, teeth clenched to prevent her jaw from going slack

at the paralyzing volts. “What is your endgame… after all this destruction… you’ve amassed.”

Her once impenetrable defense seemed to shatter like glass under Venti's relentless assault, and it was

then that he seized the moment - winds, infused with malicious lightning, coalesced into a piercing spear

of wind, sharp as a razor, and with a thunderous gust, he drove the wind-spear forward, aiming unerringly

for the Shogun's heart. The deadly wind pierced through her chest, impaling her with cruel precision. eyes

widened in a mix of shock, pain, and defiance. For a moment, she hung suspended in mid-air, her body

wracked with agony.

Then, with a final, heart-wrenching struggle for breath, she plummeted to the ground below, her life force

fading away with each passing moment. The once proud and indomitable Archon of Inazuma met her end,

defeated by the very forces she had harnessed.

“To prove a point,” Venti shrugged with a giggle, lowering his head towards the fallen God, whose bright

purple eyes had dimmed as her corpse stared into emptiness.

Silence fell over the devastated city as the wind howled through the empty streets. Venti stood amidst the

ruins, his victory complete. The lifeless form of the Electro Archon lay before him, a testament to the

triumph of wind once more.

At that moment, Teyvat cowered in fear as the nearly strongest nation grew Archonless.

As he trudged through, Venti chose to lean down towards Inazuma’s citizens, puffing his cheeks as he

took in a deep breath and released it on the microscopic bodies. He relished in the sight of people unable

to stand their ground, flying back from a simple breath. Some hit their heads hard against the buildings,

others flew off the mountainside and flailed as their bodies fell from such high heights. It all made him

giggle nonchalantly, watching the very same people who used to degrade him now face untimely deaths.

For others, he whispered reassurances in the breeze, a sinister method that brought smiles on their faces at

the belief they’d be spared, only for them, too, to die at the hand of the wind.

“Inazuma truly is beautiful,” he sighed, circling the cliffside and passing by all the different lush biomes it

had to offer. He continued to grow the more human fear and deaths increased, making Inazuma practically

a chunk in the ground that he could carry in his arms if he tried hard enough. By now, all who inhabited

the nation and managed to live still could see him, and he smiled. “I will let this gorgeous architecture and

landscape stand, and they’ll look far more beautiful with the lack of life. No humans to loiter. No humans

to distract from the lavishness of it all. No unfaithful traitors who still refuse to pay for their sins in

worshiping apologies!”

He continued the cycle, traveling from nation to nation, Snezhnaya to Natlan, Fontaine to Sumeru, and by

now, he could traverse the entirety of Teyvat with just a few steps. Fear fed his colossal size, only adding

fuel to the fire of his corrupt elemental powers. In the distance, the citizens of Mondstadt watched in

horror as their protector turned into their greatest threat. Their gasps of disbelief mingled with anguished

cries as chaos consumed the streets, people attempting to flee, although to where? Snezhnaya’s sheer cold

now faced strong wind currents, forcing them to stay within the subzero confines for all eternity, if they

could last more than 5 minutes.

In Natlan, the land known for its vibrant festivals and joyous celebrations, Venti promised to spare their

nation if people fought to the deaths, sitting back and watching in amusement as families killed one

another off, all gone mad and all like pawns in his game.

In the coastal city of Fontaine, he conjured violent whirlwinds that tore through the bustling harbors,

drowning out cries with raging tsunamis. The once-majestic vessels were reduced to splinters, and the

mighty sea, once a source of sustenance and prosperity, turned treacherous with towering waves that

swallowed everything in their path.

Sumeru, the nation of scholars and seekers of knowledge, suffered a more insidious fate. Venti's corrupted

winds whispered deceit and chaos, distorting the very foundations of truth, something of such value in

their eyes. Ancient tomes turned to ash, libraries crumbled into dust, and the once-brilliant minds of

Sumeru were plagued by confusion and doubt. He laughed all the while he brainwashed them, deluding

them into worshipping him as an almighty figure since they didn’t know any better. Their God was

nowhere present, or maybe she was, just too small to be noticed by him as he committed genocide within

her nation.

Perhaps all the other Gods were. Specks of dust in the wind he carried around him. Eventually, he reached

Mondstadt, squatting at its walls with a tilted head of curiosity. “Hehe, I’m sure this comes as a surprise to

you all, the acts I’ve committed today! But fear not, those nations and their people were unfaithful to me.

They chose to worship other Gods and underestimated the power of the wind. As you all can see, it’s

much stronger, and so am I!” He waved at them with a smile, scanning the crowds of people huddled

within the walls.

They could all scarcely comprehend how the embodiment of freedom and joy had become the harbinger

of destruction.

The wind howled through the desolate streets of Mondstadt, carrying with it a palpable sense of unease

and dread. Venti stood amidst the glory of it all, his towering form casting a daunting shadow over the

land he once called home, and emerald eyes, once filled with merriment and comical mischief now

reflected the depths of his anguish.

“Do you now believe in the strength I possess?” he asked, his voice resonating with a blend of longing

and authority. “After witnessing the relentless destruction I have unleashed upon Teyvat, can you deny the

power I wield? It’s amazing, isn’t it? How had one who seemed so feeble due to his boyish exterior had

this terror suppressed within him for eons to date? I’m sure you’re all very shocked that it was I all along,

the strongest Archon and the most worthy.”

The people of Mondstadt, who once revered him as their Archon, stood before him, their gazes filled with

a mix of fear, sorrow, and betrayal. Their silence spoke volumes, an unspoken condemnation that cut

deeper than any insult or mockery he’d endured before. The weight of their stares crushed Venti's spirit,

his heart sinking with each passing moment.

It couldn’t be. Why weren’t they worshipping at his feet? Why weren’t they rejoicing that their Archon

truly was one of great, brute force? Why weren’t they thanking him for ridding their beloved Teyvat of

any traitors, any non-believers?

It couldn’t be that they, too, were just like everyone else.

Was there not a soul in the lands of Teyvat that believed in him?

To be regarded as a monster, a figure to be feared by his people, was a torment far worse than anything he

ever knew. Sure, he vowed to himself to demolish any traitors and make their last few moments as full of

pain and suffering, both physical and mental, as possible. But his nation? They couldn’t respect him after

all this work he put into proving himself?

The realization that his efforts to showcase his power, to prove his worth as an Archon, had been in vain,

gripped him with a suffocating despair.

“I... I gave everything,” Venti's voice quivered, a mix of vulnerability and shattered pride. “I sacrificed so

much - your brethren, wives, children. Gorgeous terrains that carried so much value and history. I fought

relentlessly, took out the strongest parts of me to please you all, and what do you have to show for it? No

appreciation in those minuscule demeanors of yours and eyes full of resentment?!”

The wind, once his faithful companion, seemed to mourn alongside him, its mournful howls carrying his

lament across the desecrated city. Venti's shoulders slumped, his immense form shrinking in the face of

his failure. His dream of freedom, of joy, lay shattered at his feet, shattered like the buildings and lives he

had demolished.

In that desolate moment, Venti felt the weight of the world crash upon him. The cruel irony of his

existence, the irony of a god who sought liberation and yet became the embodiment of destruction,

consumed him. He yearned for solace, for forgiveness, but the eyes of his people bore into his very soul, a

haunting reminder of his fall from grace.

And so, Venti stood in silence, his heart heavy with the bitter truth. The once-celebrated Archon of

Mondstadt was now but a broken god, adrift in a sea of his remorse, tormented by the futility of his

endeavors.

Consumed by delusion and anguish, stood at the precipice of his final act. The remnants of Teyvat

trembled in fear, caught in the grip of his maleficent power. Mondstadt, the city he once called home, lay

before him, a symbol of his ultimate betrayal.

“You, inhabitants of Teyvat, have hurt me time and time again!” He balled his fist, crushing it into the

church where many people hid, hoping that by cowering and praying to their once-holy Archon, then

Venti’s power would somehow revert. It was ironic, that those who were comparing his current form to

the devil and begging for peace and security were the first ones to be squashed like bugs from his wrath.

With another hand, he waved over the confinement of walls, surging a gust of air that tore apart buildings

and crumbled them, their remnants falling onto innocent civilians and crushing bodies that stood no

chance.

He gazed down upon the streets, once bustling with life, culture, and liberty, now stood in shambles.

Never had there been so much noise in Mondstadt - there was hardly unhappy folk there, and everyone

valued the Archon of Wind’s belief in sovereignty for all. That freedom never tasted so good yet so

terrible at the same time. Freedom is what resulted in their anguish and deaths. Freedom is what gave rise

to the fall of the Seven Nations and their sworn protectors. Freedom is what gave Venti full reign to

expand to this colossal form and trespass into the lands of people he once called companions, mass

genocides at his hand spanning in just a few hours.

Angrily, he grabbed a hoard of bodies bundled up together, squeezing them in his fist as he brought them

closer to his face. They stared up at those desolate emerald eyes, once sparkling with so much bliss, the

last thing they all saw before having their bodies twisted and stretched in half. The splatters of blood

appeared so small on his face, and even the ruby puddles in his palm, which he was sure were enough to

fill pools, appeared so microscopic under his scrutiny. “You dare to disrespect me, pathetic fools, but can’t

even save yourselves.”

He swooped into the city again with the stained hand, another group of innocent civilians in his grasp,

although these, he punched repeatedly into the walls. The sheer force of wind rushing past as he moved

his fist around had caused many to faint before they even hit the hard walls, death at their skulls crushing

and painting the border, something like a signature for him.

“What have I done to you all to be considered a disappointment of a God!?” He yelled, the air and sound

waves so immense what with his great size that the eardrums of many were ripped apart, blood pooling in

their skulls and trickling down the sides of their heads. Some seized up, foam frothing at their lips and

eyes going white and dull, while others collapsed from broken bones. Who knew that wind and noise

combined could result in something so beautiful? He surely didn’t. Maybe that made him just like

everyone else, doubting the powers of the wind.

He took one big step near the entrance of the walls, where hundreds of people attempted to escape and run

from the city. They probably thought that since he was so large, he wouldn’t notice them, but oh, he saw

everything. Heard everything. With a sinister giggle and a wag of his winger, he squashed the foolish

humans underneath his stomp, so grand that it caused the ground to quake and bodies surrounding his foot

to fly into the air. Some he snatched up with his hand, squeezing them like bugs in his balled fists, while

others he smacked far into the sky. The skies over Mondstadt rained with bodies of its citizens, the ground

blotched with random spots of crushed individuals and their varying hues of blood pooling around them.

Mondstadt was devoid of hope. Venti's gaze swept over the desolation, his eyes burning with a mixture of

anger and madness. “You have betrayed me… Do you think it’s okay to inhabit my territories while

spouting out degrading lies about my power?!” His voice, strained and distorted, echoed through the

ravaged city, reaching the already-damaged ears of those who dared to listen. It was a voice filled with

desperation, tinged with the echoes of shattered dreams.

“Look at what you've done…” he seethed, his words dripping with bitter contempt. “Even you, who

claimed to be faithful, have stood alongside your traitorous brothers and sisters, listened to their

declarations, and let them belittle me for this long! And now, you all refuse to acknowledge my divinity…

witness the consequences of your defiance.”

As he spoke, the wind around him swirled with an otherworldly intensity. With a sweeping gesture, he

summoned gusts of wind that tore through the streets, setting them ablaze and watching as flames and

debris swarmed the once-peaceful city. The very elements of fire, wind, and earth surrendered themselves

to him, manipulated by his unyielding rage.

He stomped through the remaining structures, reducing them to rubble with reckless abandon and

listening to the screams of those caught in his wrath, which were barely audible and drowned out by his

maniacal laughter.

“Look at me now!” he giggled, the satisfaction in his voice distorted by a twinge of anguish and madness.

“This is the result of your betrayal. I won’t kill all of you, for some of you must remember this day and

live to tell the tale for generations to come! Live in these ruins and remember me everywhere you look.”

The sky darkened, and he wondered if the heavens themselves mourned the fallen city. If so, they had

many opportunities to stop him, didn’t they? No, they weren’t mourning, they were basking in the ecstasy

of cataclysm with him!

With a swift motion, he commanded the winds to push the lakes surrounding the city to colossal heights.

Those raging waters rose like a wrathful titan, their towering form threatening to swallow the city whole.

Citizens looked up in terror as the tsunami crashed onto the ground with a thunderous roar, engulfing

everything in its path. Buildings crumbled like sandcastles before the might of the deluge, and Venti

smiled, seeing small beings writhe in the currents, bobbing up to the surface with deep breaths.

Venti’s laughter mingled with the cacophony of yells. With each life extinguished, his sadistic delight

grew. He reveled in the suffering, his heart intoxicated by the screams of the innocent.

He sighed, a smile reaching his eyes gently as the dust settled, and he stood amidst the ruins of

Mondstadt, a triumphant god in a ravaged world. He gazed upon the devastation he had wrought, his heart

filled with elation, and reveled in the anguished lives of his people. Of course, all along he was meant to

wreak this havoc - only he was capable of possessing this much power. He was no puny Archon, he was

the most Herculean of them all, an unassailable force who could not be reckoned with any longer.

With each breath he took, the weight of his actions fueled his sense of accomplishment, empowering him.

The city he once called home lay in ruins - the people who remained were broken nonetheless. What was

better, he thought. Being alive and seeing your brethren fall or having your body ripped to shreds at the

most worthy God’s hand?

There was no redemption in sight, no need for forgiveness. Forget risking eternal damnation, forget the

emptiness of Teyvat’s ruins. Venti had become a mighty deity driven by his desires and ambitions, with

nobody to state otherwise.

“This… this is my masterpiece!” Venti exclaimed, his voice filled with exultation. “The world and heaven

above shall witness the unmatched might of Venti, the supreme god of Teyvat! From every corner of this

shattered land, they shall see me, they shall bow before my power.”

He surveyed the broken city, his eyes gleaming with delight as he saw the remnants of his authority

strewn across the desolate streets. The once bustling marketplaces and lively taverns now lay in ruins,

while waters overflowed with structures and floating corpses, a testament to his dominion.

“What a legacy I have created!” Venti proclaimed, his voice carrying across the barren landscape. “No

longer shall the nations of Teyvat doubt my strength, for they shall see the true extent of my power. They

shall worship me as the strongest god that ever roamed these lands!”

The remnants of his power flickered around him, a testament to his dominance. The sky, once vibrant and

full of life, now bore witness to his unrivaled might, with dark smog swirling in admiration of his

catastrophic prowess.

Venti sat along the shore, his hands steady with the acknowledgment of his authoritative actions.

Fragments of his vigor danced between his fingers like sparks of divine conquest. He knew he would

never need to atone for the lives he had taken, the pain he had inflicted upon his people. After all, who

would he need to recompense if there was nobody to challenge him? He was the only God left! Everyone

would live beneath him now.

“Oh, the joy of absolute control!” Venti exclaimed, his voice brimming with satisfaction. “Pitiful humans

and so-called Gods alike couldn’t stop me..”

He walked through the shattered landscapes, his footsteps a melody of triumph. As he passed the broken

homes of Mondstadt to the shattered temples of Sumeru in an instant, his thoughts raced with

unadulterated glee.

“Ahh… no more questioning my authority, at last,” Venti whispered to himself, a wide grin and a sadistic

flush spreading across his face. “It’s a shame there had to be consequences… Oh well! It was you all who

carried defiance..”

The tornados had calmed down to but a mere breeze as the triumphant Venti’s voice rang out with

satisfaction, despite his words of introspection. “Hehehe… look at what I have achieved!” he giggled, his

voice resounding across the shattered lands. “My desires have shaped this world, and I shall revel in the

silence.”

And there was no answer, for there was no need for solace. The higher heavenly beings dared not interfere

with his grand design, recognizing that even they were too weak now to put an end to all this. His cynical

laughter echoed and shook the very foundations of the Earth.

The once-beloved protector of Mondstadt had become its ultimate conqueror, a figure destined for eternal

glory in his delusions.

And so, Venti remained in the ruins of his former home, a god fully realized in his dominion. The world

around him continued to crumble, each crumbling stone a testament to his unrivaled supremacy. Eternal

torment and the echoes of his triumph followed him, as he embraced his role as the embodiment of

absolute power.

The land of Teyvat would forever bear the scars of his triumph. The world wouldn't mourn the losses, for

they would come to understand the greatness that Venti had bestowed upon them. This emptiness, lands

devoid of lies and belittlement, was the only way to live. Any remaining survivors, touched by his

benevolence, reveled in the corruption and sat empowered by the wickedness within.

He closed his emerald eyes, his smile one of absolute contentment. “I am a benevolent God…” he sighed

sweetly. Each face he had stripped of life was a testament to his righteous rule. The memory of their

trembling bodies brought pure ecstasy of his reign and immeasurable joy. Death, enforced or not, had

purged the world of traitors, purifying it for his glorious reign.

He was a figure of eternal glory destined to reign over the broken lands, the manifestation of power that

could only be unleashed by the descent of his tempest.