Cataylsts 

With words, this book records learning, experiments, and incantations.

With the spaces between words, it records a student's striving.

A manual on magic that is popular amongst students, it is portable enough to fit into one's pocket.

It has been stripped of the lengthy descriptions of principles and voluminous exercises. All that is left now is exam content.

Currently obsolete due to the revisions made in the 12th edition of the Magic Guide.

A lightweight catalyst carved out of emerald-green jade. It is durable and affordable, which makes it a popular item all around.

Small but exquisitely made, it is referred to by the people of Liyue as the "jade ball."

It is a highly efficient defensive Catalyst as well as a good-looking accessory.

This version of the Magic Guide generated much controversy when published.

In addition to the defiance of basic common sense seen in Chapter VII: Principles of the Anemo Element,

errors can also be observed even concerning the basic principles of the Hydro and Electro elements.

Evidently, the book was not peer-reviewed before publishing. Nevertheless, the book is still the most authoritative guide to magic in existence.

A mediocre work of fiction telling the tale of an ordinary fellow who finds himself in another world after death.

The world is filled with dangers. Steel monsters as vast as galaxies lurk beneath the ground and devour people in the thousands.

But there also exists a powerful being who can make the room comfortable in any season and turn night into day with a snap of his fingers. This is a story as groundless as it is meaningless.

It only shares one thing in common with the real world: all the precious metals are owned by a handful of individuals, who keep them locked up in safe boxes.

Five Heroes embarked on a journey to slay the evil dragon.

For honor, the master swordsman.

For research, the knowledgeable sorceress.

For bounty, the swashbuckling mercenary.

For vengeance, the deadeye marksman.

For stories, the grand novelist.

A lotus proceeds from my mouth and flowers bloom on the page.

My words are wise and clear and my thoughts are sharp like lightning.

I joined this party because I couldn't find a job, and anybody can be a copywriter.

But I'm no writer, just a regular fellow in his mid twenties without an honest job.

A jade piece which, despite its exquisite packaging, has been placed in one of the least prominent positions in the store.

The box comes with an official-looking certificate of premium quality, issued by an organization that no one has ever heard of.

To the untrained eye, the luxurious packaging and accessories would probably be enough to lure one in.

However, it is still reasonable value for money when compared with genuine top-quality jade pieces.

A catalyst made from rare blackcliff. It glows when activated and cosmic energy circulates within.

The device is circular with a piece of blood-red Cor Purum fitted in the center. The Cor Purum seems to wax and wane like a crimson moon, growing steadily brighter and then steadily darker in a never-ending cycle.

"The myriad mountains of Tianheng are a trove of a thousand treasures, for deep within the rocks bounteous jade gleams gloriously." This is to say, mining prospered in Liyue under Rex Lapis' rule.

One by one the ore deposits in Mt. Tianheng and the surrounding area would run dry, and the miners would dig further. The result was a network of mine shafts stretching across the region in all directions. At their deepest point, the mines reached all the way to the earth's core.

Slowly, the once-quiet region was beset by increasingly frequent disturbances. With a deep growl, the earth would tremble, causing landslides on the mountains and cave-ins in the mines.

In the night, the aggrieved souls of the innocent who died in the disasters could be heard wailing in the distance.

Then one day, a stranger arrived at Mt. Qingce.

The stranger was dressed in a full-length gown and spoke in an esoteric and eloquent manner. He claimed to be a thaumaturge visiting Liyue on a quest to find two craftsmen by the names of Yun and Han.

Yun Huang, the first daughter of the Yun family, was then resident in Qingce Village. She immediately sent a messenger to fetch Han Ce, first son of master craftsman Han Wu.

The thaumaturge informed them both that in the past, the Yuns and Hans had jointly crafted a catalyst for the thaumaturges of the world.

With unrest now spreading through Liyue, the thaumaturges wished to provide the Yuns and Hans with a piece of crimson Cor Purum, in the hope that it might help the people of Liyue through this troubled time.

On receiving the message, Yun Huang and Han Ce lit the furnace at once and crafted a blackcliff catalyst with the crimson Pur Lapis as its core.

The crimson stone resonated with the ley lines of the earth. A blood-red glow would fade in and out as if to give forewarning of imminent tectonic activity.

Just as the stars guide those who travel by night, so this catalyst was the light that gave safe passage to the people in Liyue through that tumultuous time of landslides and cave-ins. It was placed at the foot of Mt. Tianheng for all to see.

When peaceful days finally returned, the Blackcliff Agate quietly disappeared without a trace, just as had faded the fury of the earth's core.

Legend has it that there is a group of islands somewhere far away in the middle of a foggy sea, and this place is called the Golden Apple Archipelago.

They say that the cute and peace-loving Dodo Clan lives together on the many islands, and they have no troubles with the rest of the world.

The Dodo Clan are kind and playful creatures, and they love to tease each other and play with each other, and none of them ever get bored or sad.

"Dodoco!" they all call each other, and that means "the best of friends!"

But just as dandelion seeds will one day leave the embrace of their stalk and go with the wind, every Dodoco will one day ride the wind and the waves, and travel to the wider world on an adventure, searching for a four-leaf clover.

Why must they do this?

It's because, having lived for a long time on the Golden Apple Archipelago, the Dodocos can no longer recognize each other. They're all "Dodocos," and they all look the same, after all! So there's no "you" or "me" for them at all!

But only the red, blazing four-leaf clover can let them know the true meaning of "Dodoco" and tell each other apart, thus allowing them to play freely with all their friends!

...At least, that's what my mom says, and she can do just about aaaanything!

So, in order to understand what makes a true "Dodoco," they leave their good friends and go to faraway places to make new good friends and become their "Dodoco," too!

They'll see all kinds of nice things, hear all kinds of interesting stuff, meet lots of friends... and one day, when their friends are looking at them, at a time when no one expects it — that's when the blazing, sparkling four-leaf clover will appear!

And that's why when a furry Dodoco from the Golden Apple Archipelago tumbles into the sea or leaps into the wind before drifting far, far away, that means that a lucky child is about to meet their bestest friend ever!

This small, precious book was given by the freest mother in the world to the luckiest daughter in the world. It chronicles the countless adventures that Dodoco had before meeting her, and the adventures that she and Dodoco have had since — bigger and better adventures filled with sparks, splashes, treasures, and lots of friends!

A beauteous item fashioned from rare natural glaze.

Legend has it that the Eye of Perception was once upon a time as bright, clear, and smooth as a lake's surface, but became dulled over the passage of many years.

Folk records claim that on a still night, one can hear it make soft noises.

Sometimes it sounds like a mild breeze, other times like a flowering spring.

They say that the Eye was an adeptus's heirloom that was passed down in Liyue and eventually found its way into the Yun family.

Now one day, Yun was strolling about in the mountains, and there they happened to meet an exorcist named Huang, who had come to consult with the adepti.

Yun spoke with Huang enthusiastically and at length, gifted the Eye to Huang. When Huang frantically declined, Yun said this with a smile:

"This pearl is nature's very quintessence. Only one whose heart is clear can use it."

Thanking Yun, Huang took the Eye and wore it on his person, and slowly made his way towards Liyue. Along the way, neither rain nor wind impeded him.

As one who sought after the path of the adepti, Huang wandered the land without rest. Thus, he would often be at the market to buy water and food.

The harbor-side streets were a morass of humanity. Yet Huang walked among them as if idle, and was never taken advantage of. Some were curious: how could this bookish exorcist take to the city like a fish to water, and never miss a step?

When asked, he replied: "This Eye trembles at wickedness, and helps me see which hearts are true."

This Eye could reveal human hearts, though no one knows how it worked, causing many to fall back on folktales to explain it.

Some say that at midnight, you can dimly hear it call out like a mild breeze, or like spring water flowing between scattered stones.

Both are reminiscent of the murmuring of demons that feed on wicked thoughts, a common feature of the parables once told by mothers to their children in days long gone.

A secret tome that belonged to the scholars of the Knights of Favonius. It holds the collective knowledge of the scholars.

It is inlaid with crystallized elements, which is what makes the Favonius Codex such a rarity.

Not only because the elemental crystals are precious, but also because each Favonius Codex is hand-made.

Only scholars who have mastered the control of the elements can create such elemental crystals.

When the Knights of Favonius was founded, the Dawn Knight Ragnvindr turned the aristocrats' indoor baths into a library.

In time, countless contributions from bards, scholars and travelers turned the library into the largest collection of literature in the northern half of the continent.

After all, songs are whisked away by the wind and wine's pleasure lasts but a fleeting moment. Only that which is committed to the page may sparkle and shine for eternity.

Even so, the scale of the library's collection is now a fraction of what it was at its peak. For sadly, the library once burned down in the "Great Fire of Fall Equinox" tragedy.

There is a large sturdy door made of poplar wood in the library basement.

It is said the door predates the founding of the library and stood firm against the smoke and flames.

The truth is this door stood there long before the Knights of Favonius was ever founded.

The Knights of Favonius officially states that the restricted section of the library is housed behind the door.

But tales tell of a far more profound secret hidden within.

When the daughter of the priestess of Vindagnyr was born beneath this white tree,

The kingdom in the verdant mountain was filled with joy when she received her blessing.

Surely, the blessing of Sal Vindagnyr would be everlasting,

Just as the undying silver-white tree whose roots pierced the earth.

That was the hope of those who wrote the annals of that mountain kingdom.

Those who had recorded the tales of countless people and events believed this in their hearts,

That the beauty and skill of their princess would be as eternal and pure as the moonlight.

When the nail that froze the world descended suddenly,

And that tree, too, would be shattered by it,

That girl took the most complete branch,

Thinking to breathe new life into the tree that once overshadowed a nation.

But in the end, the grafted life could not flourish.

The cutting snowstorm eventually covered the moonlight like a curtain of countless blades...

A long, long time later, yet still long ago —

When the deathmatch between the dragons of darkness and wind was decided at last,

When corrosive blood stained the ashen valley red,

The tree, at last, remembered that it had not died with that entombed city,

And it extended its greedy roots towards the warm ichor that irrigated the land.

Because a certain someone poured out a crimson essence upon it,

The tree that should have long died remembered its past,

And bore a single fruit from the coalescence of all its might...

Here, for those who dwelt in my safe shadow, for the priests who eulogized me,

For that lovely maiden who oft painted upon my form,

For all the happiness they could not possess — I enjoin them all into this crimson, icy fruit.

To the one who can render recompense upon this poisonous world shall it go,

And may they carry my innocent, bitter fruit as they enact justice.

"People come and go in such haste, like dreams that stay in the night and leave in the morning."

This simple and ordinary life...

Yes, I think I've lived it to the full.

I was once the Hakushin Kitsune.

With my agile and loveable comrades,

I dashed across the mountains and plains of Narukami.

Hopefully, when everything is over,

They can run happily once more...

I once met an oni maiden with a face as lovely as the moon.

Together, we performed and played divine music before the throne,

And I could not help but applaud her sword dance.

I hope her beauty, bravery, and bearing,

Shall be praised by people for thousands of years to come.

At the thought of her unrivaled beauty,

I cannot help wanting to hide my current appearance with a mask...

I once got into a race with the chieftain of the Yougou Tengu,

And we sprinted through all the courses and paths of the spirit mountains, both within it and around it.

In this great contest of speed and strength,

I, born of the Hakushin Clan, was the eventual victor.

Now that I think about it, she must have let me off easy.

The very thought of it makes me feel a little unsatisfied...

I once schemed against a bake-danuki who persistently challenged me,

And I made him surrender to the Shogun completely.

I also shamelessly schemed against the Shogun,

And I made her put the great bake-danuki under her command.

That night, the moonlight swept the imperial garden, through branch and petal,

Showering the courtyard with pearls from heaven.

That scene still glows brightly in my shallow heart...

I hope she can remember the wordy motto I dared to put to her ere we parted.

"Do not be blinded. Do not waver. Keep walking on the path you believe in."

I hope that my words will ward off at least some of the lies and evil she will face.

I also hope that that mischievous yet innocent tanuki will not hate me for my final deception...

Now, in this darkest of places,

I will hold tightly to these scenes,

And like the moon shining through the clouds,

They will light up my tiny, fragile heart.

In this life, I once took the form of a human,

And I walked with these short-lived yet beautiful little creatures,

And became friends with many people from all walks of life.

Whether it was the shrine maiden who came to train in Narukami for the sake of her hometown shrine,

Or the kid who got separated from the adults by the divine palanquin's entourage during the summer festival,

Or the easygoing young man who finally went to Liyue to practice the adepti arts...

Whether it's the Kanjou who worked hard to make the city prosperous,

Or the craftsman who was obsessed with making extremely sharp swords,

Or the clan who used ingenious techniques to make man-made meteors bloom in the skies...

All of them are friends whom I did not expect to make.

I hope the barrier that guards them will not be eroded by any darkness...

Everything, all of this — they are all things that I yearn for.

"So then, the dark will that gnaws at me..."

"Now that I've lost all my strength,"

"My Hakushin blood is yours to do with as you will."

"However, despite being greatly humbled as I am,"

"I still pray that you will listen to my pleas..."

"If you can see everything that I treasure,"

"Then I beg pardon on behalf of those beings."

"If you would permit me to make but one wish,"

"Please return my ever-bright memory,"

"To this land that I love deeply."

"That way, that even after your rampage,"

"I may still hold out hope for beautiful things to endure..."

The whole world flocks to the commercial port of Liyue, much to the city's pride.

With the tides of people also come exotic treasures.

This map, detailing the various seas surrounding the continent, is complete with undercurrents, hidden reefs, and wind directions.

It is said to be an exotic tome containing the knowledge, courage, and faith of pioneering explorers.

The title page of this book reads as follows:

"Love ye the sea breeze and the ocean currents, for it is the wind and water that carry the seafaring ones to their destination."

"Fear ye all the more that same sea breeze and those same ocean currents, for unbridled wind and water can tear apart even an iron vessel."

To woo the ocean and calm her temper, one must explore her every hidden reef, every prevailing wind, and every place which whales make their home.

These words appear in the yellowing pages of countless seafarers' notebooks, like an ode of infatuation with their lover's body.

In foreign lands, seasoned sailors refer to the ocean as their lover, and use female pronouns to address the cold, saline waters.

Perhaps they do so because of the ocean's temperamentality, or its vast bosom. Or perhaps it is because they are drawn to the romance of sailing away on an adventure.

Like the ocean, this chart answers to no master. Like the seafarers, it harbors the romantic dream of exploring every corner of the world.

An ancient catalyst from Liyue's arsenal. The batch number has faded and no records exist to confirm the date of production.

The disc represents the cosmos and thus takes a circular form. At the center is a piece of Cor Purum, representing a heavenly body suspended in the firmament.

After the great chaos subsided, sinister forces still remained in the world. Thus, people abandoned traditional martial arts and tools and espoused the supernatural arts.

But the techniques used in catalyst production were antiquated, having remained unchanged in over a century. Thus, the catalysts of that age were fragile and broke on first use.

The thaumaturges flocked to Liyue and pleaded with Yun Hui, head of the house of Yun, to design a new type of catalyst for them.

Yun Hui proceeded to add a catalyst to the then-new series of improved weapon designs known as "the prototypes."

The disc is made of wood and rare ore. The Cor Purum in the center was a gift from the thaumaturges.

Cor Purum is produced by firing Cor Lapis in an urn for seven days squared (that is, forty-nine days) and then steeping it in fresh water drawn from a mountain spring for a further seven days squared.

The dual purification of fire and water renders Cor Purum unbreakable, and the thaumaturges also believe it allows the stone to act as a vessel for primordial cosmic energy. A catalyst with Cor Purum at its core can channel cosmic energy with the turning of the disc. Twelve full turns works the energy into its purest form.

Yun Hui observed that the Cor Purum had a warm, golden glow like that of amber. After discussion with the thaumaturges, he proposed to name the catalyst "Prototype Amber."

Thereafter, all catalysts made in Liyue were modeled on Yun Hui's prototype.

A delicate scroll treated with wax to prevent decay and moth damage.

It contains the research of royal mages—research which is still rather forward-looking to this day.

The royal mages were tasked with nourishing the water and soil as well as fighting off monsters. They also served as tutors for the nobles.

Therefore, the scroll contains a wealth of information regarding history, governance, management, and culture.

When the people overthrew the royals, they exiled the royal mages at the same time,

For the mages had forsaken their responsibility to instill goodness and virtue in the nobles, instead becoming birds of a feather with them.

In the early days of Mondstadt, the Lawrence clan was led by Venerare.

Under her guidance, the people built a tall statue in the plaza to commemorate the miracle of the Anemo Archon's descent.

The inscription beneath the statue was put there by the leader of all the clans. It bore an oath of protection to Mondstadt that they had sworn.

Over the years, the Lawrence clan forsook the noble aspirations of their forebears, and the statue was taken down.

The wise mages of the court spoke neither of history nor of the oath ever again.

In the age of the Knights of Favonius, the statue was rebuilt.

But the wording of the oath on the inscription was lost forever.

In the early days, the people of Mondstadt had a tradition of building theaters on top of windy cliffs to please the gods.

Rituals took the form of performances, for they believed the gods enjoyed stories and ballads.

This script is millennia old, and is no longer legible.

Long ago, a war waged between the Lord of Storm and the Great Wolf King of the North. Mondstadt was engulfed in blizzards, and the snow stung like sand.

A group who could bear the cold no longer built a shrine high on a clifftop in the east. There, they prayed for divine mercy and protection.

The wind blows for a moment, but the ravages of time are constant, unrelenting, and irreversible.

A god of the winds may move between the pages of a book, but in the end, the merciless god of time will eat away at them until not a single legible word remains.

Yet, time's assault and that of the wind often take their toll the same upon the heart.

Perhaps that is why later generations presumed the shrine to have always been to the wind, and the wind alone.

Rumored to be a legendary orb of Liyue.

It once absorbed all the light in the world, but was kept inside a wooden box for millennia afterwards.

Even so, its power has not dissipated. Now released from its container, it shines evermore.

In the hands of a truly knowledgeable sage, perhaps its extraordinary power would finally be unleashed after lying dormant for millennia.

A story that has long been popular with the jewelers of Liyue holds that the master craftsman Kunwu once took the light of the heavenly bodies and sealed it in a wooden box.

Kunwu then buried that box deep inside a dark rocky chamber, where it remained in pitch blackness for forty-nine days and twenty hours, till finally the pearl within had absorbed the shine of the sun and moon.

A most bizarre tale indeed. And yet, to this day, many in Liyue hold steadfastly to their belief in the esoteric talents of the master craftsman Kunwu.

Someone once plucked up the courage to ask the aging craftsman what his secret was. The eccentric old man laughed off the nonsensical notion of his mystical capabilities:

"Pfft! 'Twas purely the product prolonged polishing!"

But his apprentice revealed a different story when asked about it in private: Just as Kunwu finished polishing the Solar Pearl, the splendor of the heavens shone down and a crimson moon filled the sky.

But did this phenomenon mean that Kunwu had indeed received divine assistance in his craft? Or was it a measure of his own accomplishment that his lofty ambitions had sufficed to send waves through the firmament and even elicit a response from the heavenly bodies?

A notebook that was shared among the members of the Wanderer's Troupe. It contains musical scores and travel journals. The history of the troupe has been lost, since it was disbanded before Mondstadt was rebuilt.

The notebook records the experiences of the Troupe, the lands they roamed and the worlds they witnessed.

It siphons great power from the records of the Troupe's performances as well as the cheering of the crowds they performed for.

The Wanderer's Troupe was founded during the reign of the Aristocracy.

Many referred to it as the Swordsman's Troupe — some out of hope, others out of fear.

Even poems and songs were denied the right to freedom in that era.

For flutes they had swords, for harps they had bows, and their song was an anthem of rebellion.

Their final act was an attempt to storm the city and impose the death sentence upon its tyrannical rulers.

The Swordsman's Troupe had gone, and with it the memory of their rebellion.

But the spirit of resistance they embodied will always flow in Mondstadters' veins.

An elegantly bound songbook, it was once fashionable in the days of the ruling aristocracy.

An indelible scent of daisies and finely-aged wine wafts from within its pages.

Its contents are rather absurd, but it was once a popular tune in the alleys and taverns.

"Everyone knows that drunken gentleman thief, though no one knows where he's from. One fine day — When? No one can say — he appeared like a ghost in our slum."

"He sings, he drinks, he wanders the streets, he passes the roofs and terraces by. But everyone knows he's a jolly good fellow, which nobody can deny."

"The sword by his side was a great house's pride, and he stole it from where it'd been lain, and the bow so black that he wears on his back fires never once in vain."

"His matchless skill rings chill in the night like a comet's flashing tail, and his strides are as light as Favonius' flight, and the leaves that behold him quail."

"He could slake the entire Cider Lake, were it all filled with Death After Noon. And then he'd creep right up to those pigs at midnight, while they're all fast asleep in their rooms."

"He robs the rich and pays the poor, he blows noble farts away, he throws a spark into the dark, and night is pierced by day."

"The maidens all dream of the gentleman thief, they pine after him from their windows, but sad to say, he passes not that way, he prefers a pint with his fellows."

"Till on one day (or was it dusk?) in a mansion he ran amok, took he with him a thief's full due, and an extra silver cup."

"Left he silently in the moon's silver light, when fey were his eyes set ablaze, he lifted them nigh to a warm window bright, and upon a lovely face he gazed."

"Her eyes they shone like sapphire stones, so blue did they gleam in the dark, and the thief glanced up to the gem in his cup, and he thought them the same in his heart."

"Losing no time, the thief made his climb, and prying the gem from its place, he gave it to her, and a bashful smile stirred, and crept up upon her face."

"When at last they toppled the indolent nobles, they left, distant lands to explore, and so the song says, they warmed each other's days with light forevermore."

The story ends here. In the latter days of righteous governance, there are none left who sing of the gentleman thief, nor are such thieves needed anymore.

Wine and swords, maidens and heroes, a carefree opening and a happy ending, this vulgar sort of tale tends to be popular with the people.

For no matter how the real story went, or how the two truly ended up, wine and songs brim with hope.

They give the unfortunate a little courage to face tomorrow, and stand up to the powers that oppress them...

The "pearl and waves" emblem of the Sangonomiya is said to represent the waves that embrace Watatsumi,

And the bright pearls that can be found there. But some also say that it shows the jeweled wheel of Watatsumi Omikami keeping eternal vigil over the land of coral like the moon.

In the dreams of the deep sea where sponges and coral dwell, in the depths where flowing clouds and ocean sands dance as one,

Undying hope would pass from generation to generation of those descended from their god — they who dreamed the same dreams as Watatsumi.

The colors of the skies are ever-changing, and the lights and shadows cast deep beneath the waves are of forms ill-defined...

Thus did the brilliant compassion that the dark ocean could not conceal diffuse in tranquil bliss.

In those days, the first Divine Priestess once led her brethren with wisdom as precious as pearls,

And she selected clergy from amongst the people newly introduced to the sun, who aided the offspring of their god in comforting those for whom the light of day brought terror.

In latter days, the "Umigozen" who made the navies of Narukami tremble would sing whale-songs alongside them,

And it was this symbol that they drew as they danced with the airborne kurage.

Some years later, a single bolt of lightning would reject the dream of the Watatsumi people.

Into the storm slithered the serpent, the lightning's ruthless glow to surely face...

But the children of the god and the shrine maidens, who had hearts of pearl, would not forget.

Countless tales, gratitude unnumbered, and that ring of ocean gems would forever be passed down,

And they would shine ever brighter and more beautifully for it.

Whether it be the histories of the jeweled branches being torn or the birth of precious pearls,

Or the defeat of the wicked creatures in the depths to bring sunlight to the pale nation beneath the waves,

Or how the young man who dreamed of standing atop Mt. Yougou came to have the name of an "evil king," and had his great duel against the tengu...

All these would light up the hearts of the children of Watatsumi, like pearls from the heavens, like waves under the moon's glow.

They will carry the pain of loss away into the churning, salty waters, storing them within radiant pearls.

May the stories and sacrifices of the age of gods forever be handed down, along with this emblem of "pearl and waves."

Even if the storm clouds should gather, and even if the violet lightning's ferocity be perilous and unpredictable,

The silver moon of Watatsumi shall still pierce through the clouds and scatter forth its light.

Scriptures of the ancient winds, passed from generation to generation among the observers of ritual in service of the Anemo Archon.

Countless hands have touched the now-yellowing pages of this book, though any prints they left have since been carried away by the wind.

In the era when the Storm Lord reigned from his tower up high, desperate appeals filled the scriptures.

Then, in the era when the sands of snow thawed, the joy of the sprouting greenery flooded the pages.

In the days of yore, when the ruling aristocracy pulled at puppet strings to control the masses,

The scriptures in the hands of slaves told of their envy and their desire for the thousand winds.

The people of Mondstadt lived, endured, fought, rejoiced, and enjoyed freedom.

As the precious years passed, the scriptures grew thicker and heavier.

When Mondstadt was born anew, and the Church finally unshackled,

The scriptures of the winds could bear no longer being confined to a shelf,

And so the book took flight, left the Church's treasury and was gone.

Like the winds of Mondstadt, and like the people of Mondstadt,

It belonged to freedom and the winds.

The elegant handwriting on the title page reads:

Children of the Anemo Archon, heed these words:

From the winds we have come, and with the winds we shall go.

Never, ever grieve for me.

'Tis but my flesh and bones which rest in the soil:

My soul has become one with the thousand winds.

When flowers bloom, when leaves sway,

That is me who sings the songs of freedom, of the winds.

"This is the mark of our pledge, and it is also my challenge to you."

"All my wisdom is hidden within this stone dumbbell."

He remembers meeting the young woman with the billowing sleeves, remembers the way she acted solemn, yet seemed joyful when she presented him this token.

What a silly notion. There was no formal contract between them. They were merely two people walking the same path for their own reasons...

But he remembers the scene of their first meeting anyway, when the Glaze Lilies were still in abundant bloom.

He also remembers those words she spoke at the end — again, amid the Glaze Lilies.

"Those little people are as small and fragile as dust."

"Because they are so small, they know not when they will lose their lives to disaster or strife, and so they are afraid."

"Because they are afraid, they try so hard to become more intelligent. This I understand."

"So I thought that since there is such a gulf between us in strength, I should use technique and wisdom instead."

"With your brawn and my brains, this city would surely become a great one."

Her final smile was a lonely one, even as her form dissolved into the finest dust.

"It seems that our journey together has come to an end. As for that stone dumbbell, forget about it, would you?"

"This is the mark of our pledge, and it is also my challenge to you."

"All my wisdom is hidden within this stone dumbbell."

"If you can unlock it—"

Many years passed, and he was never able to unlock that dumbbell, nor would he ever learn what might have followed that sentence.

Over the years, the wild Glaze Lilies, too, dwindled till at last they were no more.

An atlas of wind.

A copy of the atlas pertaining to the weather of the northern regions, presented in the form of poems and images.

It consists of 100,000 odes, each dedicated to a single cloud or wind and calling it by name.

The cloud atlas gave form to the winds, and odes infused them with personality.

The myriad formless winds are now friends and family in the eyes of Barbatos.

Legends tell that in ancient times, Barbatos summoned the four winds with the original version.

He thawed the snow, drove away vicious beasts, summoned rainfall, and created Mondstadt.

He permitted the atlas to be shared and copied among the people, giving it the name of Cloud Atlas.

Sadly, nothing survives the test of time. Certain drawings and odes were missing in the copies that survived.

However, the knowledge passed on in the form of ballads and legends among the general public.

The histories of the thousand winds were not lost, for Barbatos still holds them.

When Barbatos stood against the shadowy wings of the evil dragon Durin,

He sang to the thousand winds and called upon the Wind Dragon.

He who holds this atlas wields the true names of the thousand winds and all of their powers.

Now the skies above Mondstadt are calm and blue.

Barbatos and Dvalin have found a new place to call home.

The atlas, meanwhile, has been entrusted to one worthy of the honor.