Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

After discussing with Elhesen, the group embarked on their journey to Aru Village.

In gratitude for Iya's answers, Elhesen volunteered to personally guide the team.

Under the blazing sun and amidst swirling yellow sand, the group traversed the vast and boundless heart of the desert.

The wind whispers in your ear, and the sand grains dance lightly with the airflow, as if the earth is breathing.

The sand dunes beneath my feet undulate like golden waves, each step sinking into the soft sand, leaving shallow footprints that are then quietly wiped away by the breeze.

Finally, on the distant horizon, a village hidden deep in the desert slowly emerged—that was the legendary haven for the desert people: Aru Village.

El-Heinz paused and gazed into the distance, his eyes calm and profound. He slightly raised his hand and pointed ahead: "Ahead lies Aru Village, the soul of an oasis in the desert, and the refuge for the weary souls of countless travelers."

Paimon floated excitedly in the air, his eyes sparkling with curiosity: "Wow! The terrain here is so special, like a work of art sculpted by wind and time. Let's go in and take a look!"

Iya also looked around, his eyes darting around, a hint of inquiry in his expression.

She could clearly sense the restless fire element in the air—intense, active, pulsating like a heartbeat.

For her, who wields fire, this land is exceptionally familiar, so warm it's almost intoxicating, perhaps only comparable to the warmth of a lava pool or her brother's embrace.

At this moment, the group was walking through a narrow and dark passage.

On both sides stand strangely shaped wind-eroded mushrooms, a natural wonder created by the combined effects of water deposition and wind erosion.

The jagged rocks resembled a giant beast coiled up, blocking out the sky and allowing only a sliver of sunlight to slant down.

The sweltering air, carrying fine sand, whistled through the passage, yet the shelter of the rocks provided a rare touch of coolness.

They walked slowly along this natural corridor, their footsteps echoing between the rock walls, as if treading on the spine of time. At the end, a breathtaking view opened up—

Before them lay the largest and most prosperous human settlement in the desert: Aru Village.

The staggered, earth-yellow buildings are built according to the terrain, with arched roofs and walls covered with ancient runes, blending into the surrounding sand dunes, both primitive and mysterious.

This unique architectural style was something Ying and his group had never seen before on their journey. It seemed to come from another era, telling a story buried by wind and sand.

The meaning of travel may lie in this—you can always unexpectedly encounter unknown scenery and touch another side of the world.

However, just as everyone was about to reach the village entrance, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Ying, Yiya, and Elhesen almost simultaneously stiffened, their gazes flashing like lightning as they all turned to the towering, wind-eroded mushroom top above them.

A sudden, sharp sound rang out!

A dark figure leaped down from the edge of the cliff, swift as the wind and powerful as lightning. The man wielded a long spear, his movements agile, his target fixed on Elhesen in the center of the group!

【SinoSino is here!】

[Ah! Baby is so handsome! Let Mommy hold you!]

[For those who say Sino is handsome, a friendly reminder: the last male character with a "thunder" element was His Highness, who appeared aloof but was actually a comedic character.]

[↑I hope miHoYo won't use the same trick twice?]

Because Elhesen was positioned slightly behind, if that spear were to fall, it would be Ying who would be the first to be hit.

In an instant, Ying did not hesitate. She drew Ying Chixiao with her backhand, the sword blade drawing a silver arc in mid-air, accurately blocking the spear that was thrusting towards her.

The sound of metal clashing rang out crisply, sparks flying everywhere. She suddenly exerted force with both arms, unleashing a burst of power that violently knocked her opponent back.

The person used the momentum to retreat, nimbly flipping in the air, performing several backflips to dissipate the impact, and finally landed steadily on the sand, lightly touching the ground with their toes without stirring up a speck of dust.

The moment he landed, he flicked his wrist, and the spear twirled in the air, its tip pointing directly at the crowd. His eyes were cold and sharp, filled with hostility and vigilance.

Ying was then able to see his true face clearly—

Her long, silvery-white hair fluttered in the wind, her scarlet eyes were like burning embers, and her skin was a healthy wheat color with a bronze sheen.

He wore a jackal totem headdress, with a few strands of hair hanging down his forehead. His face was handsome but exuded a cold aura.

His upper body was bare, his muscles clearly defined, every inch of his skin etched with the marks of battle; a gray-black animal skin shawl draped over his shoulders fluttered in the wind.

She wore only a battle skirt around her lower body, her legs were long and powerful, and she held a scepter-like spear in her hand, the top of which was inlaid with mysterious runes and faintly emitted elemental fluctuations.

This is a young man who exudes a dangerous aura, like a warrior who has emerged from a sandstorm, not to be trifled with.

The next instant, the boy launched another attack. With a light tap of his toes, he charged forward like an arrow released from a bow, his spear cutting through the wind and aiming straight for vital points!

Ying held his sword horizontally to his chest, ready to fight.

Before she could even make a move, Elhesen had already taken the initiative, his emerald green longsword silently unsheathed, its blade shimmering with the vibrant light of grass element.

The two clashed instantly, their swords flashing and spears flashing, creating a net that left trails of afterimages on the sand.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

The clang of metal clashing against metal was deafening; the attacks were fierce and deadly. One was a calm and wise scholar, his swordsmanship as precise as turning pages of a book; the other a brave and decisive guard, his spearmanship as wild as a raging storm. The two clashed fiercely, dust billowing, their momentum shaking the surrounding area.

At the entrance to this silent desert, a sudden battle is quietly unfolding.

However, upon closer inspection, one will notice—

Al-Hysen remained as steady as a mountain, with his knees slightly bent, his center of gravity low, his hands spread out like a net, and his eyes locked on his opponent's waist and abdomen like a hawk. Every slide was precise and controlled, like a silent and vigilant gatekeeper.

The white-haired youth, however, was like a silver lightning bolt tearing through the air. His spear flew like a dragon's roar, his steps were swift and fierce, and his attacks were continuous. Every thrust was accompanied by an unquestionable will of judgment.

After another fierce clash, the air currents surged, and dust rose in the air.

Their bodies suddenly separated, each taking a half-step back, their toes touching the ground to steady themselves, like a bowstring ready to be released.

[So cool! I'm going to rewatch this scene countless times!]

[Stop! Stop! Don't fight anymore! You are all my wings! Don't hurt each other!]

[Stop! Please stop fighting!]

[This scene showcases Seno's excellent combat prowess; he's as fast and ferocious as a wolf hunting its prey.]

Mihoyo's action scenes have improved again.

[Hai Ge kept defending, while Sino attacked relentlessly.]

After standing still for a moment, Elhesen finally saw the other person's face clearly—

His stern jawline and pale red pupils held a solemnity honed by time, while a few strands of silver hair fluttered in the wind, like an unwritten verdict.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was low and clear: "...Sino?"

"whispering sound."

A short, cold snort escaped from the boy's lips, devoid of warmth, yet like an ice blade being drawn from its sheath.

Before he finished speaking, he had already spun around, spear in hand, and stood firmly at the end of the narrow passage, in front of the only suspension bridge in Aru Village.

The spears pointed diagonally at the ground, their shadows stretched extremely long by the setting sun, like an insurmountable boundary marker, firmly pinning everyone to this side of the bridge—nowhere to retreat, and no way to advance.

Elhesen slowly sheathed his sword, his movements calm and unhurried, as if the thrilling confrontation just now was nothing more than brushing off a speck of dust from his clothes.

“If I remember correctly,” he said calmly, yet with a sharp edge, “we had no contact during our time teaching at the Order of the Church. Did our brief encounter warrant such a personal confrontation with a spear from Your Excellency, the Grand Disciplinary Officer?”

"The Grand Disciplinary Officer?" Paimon murmured, tilting his head, his voice as soft as a feather. "That name... sounds familiar?"

Nasita's voice quietly surfaced in the depths of everyone's consciousness, clear and melodious like a forest stream: "He is the supreme commander of the disciplinary officials—the Grand Disciplinary Official, Seno."

Iya's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly replied, "I remember now! Uncle Caesar mentioned him—saying he was 'the most clear-headed sword in the Church,' and praising him for never tolerating a speck of dust in his eyes."

“Indeed,” Nasita agreed softly. “As a disciplinary officer, he is law-abiding and incorruptible. He will not act lightly unless it touches on core principles. Statistically speaking, he is not our enemy.”

Ying frowned: "But his attack just now was clearly aimed at Elhesen."

“That’s precisely why we need to listen to his reasons,” Nasita said firmly. “The real danger often lies in the words that are left unsaid.”

Communication between consciousnesses is as fast as lightning.

Once their thoughts had settled, Seno across from them finally raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a drawn frost blade, and said, word by word:

“Being able to avoid that shot doesn’t mean you can escape ‘judgment,’ Al Heysen.”

[Sino's posture... it feels like the title of Executive Officer is about to appear...]

Yet another judge.

His face was as cold and stern as a frozen abyss, his lips were taut, and even his breath seemed to carry the air of a rusty, judgmental tone.

Elhesen closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and said in a low voice, "'Judgment'? Judging by the force and angle of your attack just now... was that 'judgment' or 'purification'?"

Sino didn't mince words: "I haven't given it my all yet. Otherwise—"

He turned his head, his gaze sharp as needles, piercing straight to Ying's brow. "This traveler may not be able to stop me."

Ying curled her fingertips slightly, silently thinking to herself: You think you're the only one who didn't use your true abilities? Don't think that just because I don't have the Eye of God I can't use elemental power.

[The protagonist says, "You're quite confident."]

The protagonist's combat strength is a mystery, but at least he's not someone below the immortal level who can be easily challenged.

Sino withdrew his gaze, his tone still as sharp as ever: "On the surface it is an assassination, but in reality it is only to disable the target's ability to move—to make the target lose balance, speed, and opportunity. This is the ironclad rule of the disciplinary officers."

Elhesen suddenly chuckled, the smile not reaching his eyes: "Iron law? I'm afraid it's just a 'private law' that you follow alone."

He turned slightly to the side, raised his hand to the crowd behind him, his posture distant yet frank: "Allow me to introduce you—this is the head of the Disciplinary Committee, Grand Disciplinary Officer Seno."

“In the dark circles of ‘academic crime,’ he is a sword hanging over our heads, the number one on the hunting list that never fades.”

Sino's gaze swept over Ying, his voice low and deep: "You seem to trust him a lot... you're even willing to take a sword or a spear for him."

Ying shrugged, her tone frank to the point of being sharp: "Actually, no. It's just that your spear happened to be aimed at me."

Seno paused for a moment, then nodded, his words concise and solemn: "...I'm sorry."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

[Sino: Why did you help them? Protagonist: That shot of yours almost stabbed me. Sino: Sorry.]

There's something strangely funny about it.

But the next second, his gaze suddenly sharpened like a drawn blade: "If it were me, I would never stand by his side. Every word he says deserves to be questioned—including right now."

His gaze was piercing, fixed on Elhesen: "This clerk is a 'high-risk target' I've been hunting for a long time. Please clarify your positions before getting involved. Otherwise—"

He slightly raised his spear, his shadow slowly stretching across the bridge, like a silent warning: "Trouble never comes in stages."

Ying gazed at Elhesen quietly for a moment before speaking, her voice low but clear: "I don't really trust him that much... but if you insist on taking action, I probably won't stand by. At least—he never attacks from the shadows."

Al-Hysen smiled slightly, his smile both faint and profound: "Thank you for your clear understanding of me."

Paimon tilted his little face up, his eyes wide open, filled with a mixture of curiosity and barely perceptible nervousness, as he looked up at the tall, imposing Seno.

"So... what exactly did Elhesen do to make you, the most feared 'Grand Disciplinary Officer' of the Sumeru Order, personally chase him into the desert and relentlessly pursue him all the way?"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp, razor-sharp gaze suddenly pierced through Elhesen—it wasn't anger or hostility, but a cold, penetrating scrutiny.

Sino's voice was deep and steady, yet each word was like a stone striking the ground: "I don't want to waste time. During our exchange just now, your breathing was slightly sluggish and your consciousness was off-target—I have confirmed that you are carrying a forbidden item."

He slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips pointing to a faint crimson glow peeking through Elheisen's shirt: "Hand over that 'Divine Jar of Knowledge.' Otherwise... I wouldn't mind taking it myself."

Al-Hysen's lips curled slightly, and he let out a short, meaningful laugh: "Ha..."

He slowly took out a metal canister from his bosom. It was entirely crimson and its surface was engraved with ancient runes. It lay quietly in his palm, its eerie light shimmering, as if it contained a past that had been sealed away by the gods themselves.

"As expected of a discipline officer, his sense of smell is truly keen," Elhesen said.

Ying stared at the ominous yet alluring red light, her brows furrowing slightly, her voice cold and restrained: "Elhesen, taking without asking is theft."

“Don’t look at me like that.” Elhesen raised his eyes and smiled, his expression calm. “Everything I said before is true—I did indeed formally apply to Sage Caesar for access to the knowledge contained in the divine jars for academic research.”

"His only condition was a thorough investigation into the origin of this item."

He paused briefly, his fingertips gently stroking the jar: "As for why it's in my hands... it's because the sage had already delivered the 'reward' in advance—this jar of knowledge was originally a 'proof of investigation' that he gave me in advance."

"I just didn't tell you."

“Perhaps… he anticipated that he would be too busy to clean up the mess.” Elhesen’s gaze darkened, and his tone softened, “which is why he entrusted this hot potato of truth to the person least likely to betray the rules.”

He suddenly turned his head, looking directly into Sino's eyes, his tone shifting to a mix of probing and sharpness: "So—Sino, as the enforcer of the Order of the Church, in your eyes, is this jar 'evidence' or 'evidence of guilt'?"

He then shifted his tone, leaning forward slightly and lowering his voice even further: "And... a high-ranking official who should have been in charge of the Wisdom Palace and overseeing the Discipline Department has instead ventured alone into the heart of the quicksand, his whereabouts a mystery—even his colleagues are privately discussing how you've been 'missing' for a long time."

He gently closed his palms, tucking the crimson jar into his sleeve, his smile undiminished, yet concealing a sharp edge: "If the target of this mission is truly me... you could simply convene a meeting according to the law, and in the Hall of the Order, pronounce judgment and decide on the spot in public—why bother with a thousand-mile journey, venturing alone into the desert?"

These two have started revealing each other's past.

[Coming to the desert alone? Just because you're too beautiful, lol.]

Because we know little about them, these people initially shared little information; it was more accurate to say they were concealing information from each other.

I love this feeling where everyone has their own little secrets.

The wind swept across the sand dunes, stirring up fine dust and quietly stirring up the turbulent undercurrents beneath the silence.