Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

"If the target of this mission is indeed me... you can simply convene a meeting according to the law, and pronounce the verdict and make a decision on the spot in the Hall of the Order of the Church—why bother with a long journey and going to the desert alone?"

Al-Hysen stood on the edge of the yellow sand, his clothes fluttering slightly, his tone calm as a blade, yet every word was sharp and piercing to the heart.

Ying's eyes narrowed as she turned to Seno, her voice clear and resolute: "Could it be... a mission personally assigned by a royalist sage?"

"..."

Sino did not answer. He simply stood there silently, like a stone statue etched by wind and sand for many years, a heavy, unspoken weight pressing down between his brows.

The wind swept across the stray hairs on his forehead, and also across the deathly still air.

After a long while, he slowly raised his eyes, a slight upturn at the corners of his lips, but no smile: "You are indeed not easy to deal with."

Before she could finish speaking, Paimon was already floating in mid-air, her little hands clutching the hem of her skirt, her face full of struggle and hesitation: "You two..."

She suddenly turned to Ying, her voice almost a whisper, "Ying, judging from this... it seems like we can't completely trust either of them... what should we do now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Iya gently shook his head, his gaze sharp as torches, falling upon the faintly visible seal of divine knowledge within Elheisen's robes—

The patterns there were subtle and faint, as if whispering secrets were flowing through them.

“No, Paimon.” Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight. “Elhesen is more trustworthy than Beno.”

Her gaze swept over the crowd, each word clear and distinct: "Not because we are familiar with him, but because—Caesar himself entrusted his trust to him."

"Therefore, he is more credible."

Ying and Paimon were stunned for a moment, then it dawned on them—that's right, Caesar never trusted anyone easily, nor did he entrust anything to someone without proof.

Can trust really be established so easily?

Ying lowered her eyes, her fingertips curling slightly. Al-Hysen was indeed shrewd and logically astute, but precisely because he remained silent about the existence of that canned knowledge, this "credibility" was like building a tower on sand.

It appears stable, but in reality, it hangs by a thread.

However, Elhesen may not be trustworthy, but Caesar is certainly trustworthy, so Elhesen, whom Caesar trusts, can certainly be trusted!

[Caesar's prestige continues to rise.]

[They are all PhDs, but there are differences between PhDs.]

I truly admire the Great Tree King for nurturing a newborn clone into such an outstanding individual.

[Elhesen is not trustworthy, but Elhesen, whom Caesar trusts, is trustworthy; the inequality immediately refutes this.]

At this moment——

"Ta, ta, ta."

The steady, rhythmic footsteps sounded from behind the group, breaking the silence of the yellow sand.

A crisp female voice cut through the air, carrying the dryness of the scorching sun and an undisguised chill: "You two are certainly quite imposing."

Everyone turned around at the same time.

Paimon exclaimed, "Desia?! What are you doing here?!"

The newcomer was dressed in a striking crimson outfit, with a mane cloak draped over his shoulders and a curved sword hanging at his waist. His sharp features and piercing gaze made him none other than the renowned mercenary of the desert – "The Crimson Lion" Desia, the sharpest blade of Dinazede's family.

Paimon jumped for joy, waving his little hands: "Great! Someone I can trust has finally arrived! Desia, hurry and help—if we don't act soon, these two are going to tear the roofs off Aru Village!"

But Ying and Yiya remained unmoved.

Iya murmured softly, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing her wrist: "...Dishia came from the heart of the desert."

Ying gazed quietly at the distant outline of Aru Village, where wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, her voice low and sharp: "Aru Village is the largest human settlement in the desert."

"If she is a resident mercenary, she must have been to this place many times... and may even have known the village elders, guards, and children."

A chill crept up my spine—

Was she really there to mediate the fight?

Or... was she simply another eye of the storm?

The answer will be revealed soon.

Desia walked slowly forward, her red boots crunching through the fine sand, and stopped between Elhesen and Seno. The three of them stood in a triangular formation, the sand swirling beneath their feet, as if even the heavens and earth were holding their breath.

Her gaze was like a knife, first piercing Elhesen, then slowly shifting to Seno, her lips tightening into a cold, hard line:

"Ah, yes—two 'big shots of the Order of the Church' are going to fight each other over some empty titles and old rules in this pure land. It's really...awe-inspiring."

She sneered, her tone suddenly hardening: "Full of dogma, full of arrogance, wielding those lofty rules and morals like whips against living land and people..."

She took a step forward, stirring up a wisp of yellow sand, her voice like a broken blade being drawn from its sheath:

“How dare you bring your pointless disputes into Aru Village—a pure land that even the wind knows to avoid.”

“It seems…” she placed her right hand on the hilt of her sword, her knuckles turning white, her eyes sharp as an approaching sandstorm, “that someone has to personally press you into the sand, so you can taste what it means to have the weight and dignity of the land beneath your feet.”

[Desia has such a great figure, I'd say her waist is the best in the whole game! *slurp* ~ My mouth is dry.jpg]

【Dishia, you're my only sister!】

[A three-way battle has broken out, and the entrance to Aru Village is in complete chaos. Let's hurry and drink it while it's hot!]

Let them fight it out. I'm going to buy some food. Dixia will tell me what happened when I get back.

[Dishia: I'm sorry to disappoint you, I didn't come to stop them, I came to join them.]

"..."

"..."

Before the wind rose, words fell silent. Seno and Elhesen stood side by side, each like a blade drawn from its sheath—silence was their sharpest shield and their most restrained attack.

Dixia stood to the side, arms slightly outstretched, and before she could finish speaking, she was already suspended in mid-air, with no one to help her.

She was left completely exposed between the scorching sand and the tense standoff, like a fire that was burning brightly but no one was willing to bend down and add fuel.

Yi Ya glanced sideways, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Heh... these two don't even dare to blink—for fear that if they lose focus, the other's sword tip will be pressed against their throats."

Ying stood where the wind was just beginning to rise, her gaze sharp as a blade, cutting through the surface to the core: "A moment's distraction is a flaw; a flaw that appears is a dead end."

Despite being ignored, Dixia is never one to swallow her anger.

"Did you guys even hear what I said?!"

A furious shout tore through the sweltering air, and even the sand seemed to pause. A vein throbbed on her forehead, her knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, and her brown scarf fluttered in the rising air currents like a battle flag that refused to be lowered.

At this very moment——

Iya's pupils contracted sharply, and he suddenly raised his head, his gaze hooked as he stared at the churning sky in the northwest.

"Ok?"

At the same instant, in the shadows of the distant sand dunes, a slender figure paused slightly. Nasita lightly tapped the vein of a leaf with her fingertip and whispered like the wind past her ear: "...Something's not right."

call--!

A sudden gust of wind swept in! Carrying scorching, coarse yellow sand, it surged forth like a thousand horses galloping. The sandstorms churned, the sky darkened instantly, and even the air became thick and burning.

"Ah—!" Paimon cried out, spinning around in place, her little hands frantically scratching at the air. "Ying! I'm being blown around like a top—this isn't wind, it's the desert throwing a tantrum!!"

Dixia narrowed her eyes, facing the onrushing sand and scoffed, "Tch... another sandstorm? Lately, this desert seems to love surprise checks more than the coaching academy's exam papers."

Just as the chaos was churning, a clear female voice suddenly came from the direction of Aru Village, piercing through the howling wind, each word distinct:

"Hey—you over there! Over here! Come and hide!!"

[Family members, come and see Candice in the distance.]

[The real wife makes her appearance.]

[The best model to date, Candice!]

"Someone's calling us!" Paimon's eyes lit up, his voice rising a half-octave, "Luminous, if we don't run, we'll turn into idiots!!"

Dixia raised an eyebrow, made a quick assessment, and her tone softened slightly: "...That sounds like Candice's voice."

He immediately turned around and yelled at the two figures locked in a stalemate without any politeness: "Hey! Elites from the coaching academy—is your brain caked with sand? Aren't you going to retreat? Or wait for the wind to bury you and turn you into a new landmark?!"

Ying took a half step forward, her voice steady yet undeniable: "Let's stop for now. We'll discuss the outcome after the wind stops."

Elhesen's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded as if a blade had been sheathed.

Sino didn't speak, only letting out a short, cold snort from his nose—but he had already lifted his foot, the sole of his boot grinding across the sand, and turned to walk away.

The group quickly formed a line and headed against the wind and sand towards Aru Village.

Only Yiya remained standing, her long hair and clothes fluttering wildly like banners. She gazed at the source of the sandstorm—where yellow clouds surged like boiling water, yet not a trace of ordinary wind could be seen.

“Let’s go!” Ying turned back and decisively grabbed her wrist, her palm warm and strong. “This isn’t some natural wonder worth stopping to take photos of—it’s a storm knocking at the door.”

Amidst the swirling sandstorm, the two figures quickly merged into the silhouettes of their fleeing flight, leaving only a lingering echo, torn apart and reassembled by the wind, that lingered in the scorching air for a long time.

Some time later, deep in Aru Village, inside an adobe house gently touched by wind and sand.

The interior furnishings are simple, yet exude a warm and comforting quality that comes with the passage of time.

A sturdy, heavy square table sits quietly in the center, surrounded by four rough and solid poplar wood chairs, their surfaces gleaming with the warm luster of years of being caressed by hands.

Dixia and Ying sat side by side on a bench, relaxed yet alert; Ying nestled in her arms the lively and playful Yiya, the little one's hair fluttering slightly, her eyes as clear as spring water in early spring.

Paimon hovered half a foot above Ying's side, her halo soft, her skirt swaying gently with the air currents—like a speck of stardust that refused to fall to the ground.

Opposite them sat only one person – Elhesen.

His back was straight as a blade, his fingertips lightly tapped the table, and his expression was indifferent and aloof, as if the air in the whole room was quietly tense because of his presence.

As for Seno... that empty chair was quietly sitting next to Elhesen.

He remained motionless, simply crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against the rammed earth wall diagonally opposite him. His gaze, like that of a hawk, swept across the table, then slowly rose to meet Elhesen's gaze in a silent confrontation.

Between the two, there seemed to be an invisible, scorching chasm.

Silence is spreading. It's not stillness, but a quietude poised to erupt; it's not a lack of words, but a thousand words held back behind the lips.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Seno, Elhesen, Dixia—

The three powerful figures, with vastly different stances, stared at each other, their eyes sharp as knives, the air practically crackling with sparks.

Ying remained silent, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the soft top of Yi Ya's hair. It wasn't that she didn't want to speak, but she knew all too well that any word of favoritism at this moment could be the spark that ignites a powder keg.

Paimon lowered his voice quietly, his floating body slowly sinking: "Uh... the atmosphere... is so awkward..."

Her voice was even softer, almost a whisper: "The three people who almost blew the roof off just now are now trapped in this small room, face to face, eye to eye... You can even hear the sound of sand falling."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly stumbled and fell sharply: "Ouch! The air... why is it getting heavier and heavier? I... I can't fly anymore—!"

[Paimon, hurry up and do something to liven things up!]

[Paimon, give me a lighter!]

Shouldn't Paimon fly higher as the air gets heavier?

Just then, the curtain was lifted slightly, and a tall, slender figure slowly entered.

She walked in, bathed in dappled sunlight, her clothes brushing against the threshold, bringing with them a wisp of dry, crisp desert air.

His healthy, wheat-colored skin shone with a supple sheen under the light. He was tall and well-proportioned, possessing both the sharp physique of a warrior and the composed elegance of flowing water.

Deep blue twin ponytails cascaded down from behind her ears to her waist, with a gleaming golden Eye of Horus embedded in the center of the headband—ancient, majestic, yet subtly compassionate.

What's most captivating are those heterochromatic eyes: the left eye is a warm amber, like the frozen afterglow of a sunset; the right eye is a clear, azure blue, like a reflection of the entire boundless clear sky.

Her outfit featured gold, purple, and cyan as the main colors, with a clean cut and a waist-revealing design that showcased her dashing spirit. The sheer shawl fluttered lightly with her steps, as if carrying the breath of wind and sand.

She walked straight to the table, her gaze sweeping calmly over everyone, her voice clear yet measured: "I apologize for keeping you all waiting. This is the residence of the village chief of Aru Village. Please stay here until the sandstorm completely subsides."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Candice, and I am a guard in Aru Village."

Is this the typical, bold style of clothing for people living in the desert?

Candice looks so good!

[Your voice is so gentle, big sister, give me a hug!]

[I already knew it looked amazing from the gameplay demo! But upon closer inspection, the modeling is truly exceptional! I'd call it the best!]

Paimon's eyes lit up, and he instantly perked up, his voice becoming even more cheerful: "Ah—my savior has finally arrived! My name is Paimon!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, hehe~ Thank you so much for bringing us in, Sister Candice!"

Iya tilted his head and smiled, his tone carrying the slyness and frankness unique to young people: "Wasn't the real 'savior' that sandstorm? Otherwise—"

She gestured towards Seno, Elhesen, and Dixia, saying, "These three big shots will probably turn the entire Gobi Desert into quicksand pits as soon as they step out of the village."

Then she looked up at Candice with a bright smile: "Hello, Candice! I'm Yiya~ You're so beautiful, like the first blue iris blooming in the desert!"

Candice smiled slightly, her smile rippled outwards, neither ostentatious nor perfunctory: "Thank you for the compliment, little one. You are very cute too, your eyes are as bright as freshly wiped stardust."

This is purely mutual praise; there's no commercial aspect involved.

You all look so beautiful, so you've come at the perfect time!

A wife, a daughter—a family of three.

【↑Are you sure you want to fight Brother Bai for his daughter?】

[↑It will definitely be finely chopped into minced meat, right? It definitely will! You are even more valiant than Lu Bu!]

Ying nodded slightly, her gaze sincere and gentle—this was not just politeness.

Throughout her journey through Teyvat, she has seen those who are enamored with Iya, and those who are wary and distant, but she has never heard anyone question her radiance and charm.

That natural vibrancy transcends age, becoming an unadorned presence.

Ying looked at Candice and said solemnly, "Thank you very much."

Candice returned the bow, her posture humble yet not subservient: "In the face of natural disaster, mutual assistance is the creed of Aru Village. It is our good fortune that you have come from afar and found shelter here."

Paimon leaned close to Ying's ear and whispered, "This older sister is so gentle and reliable... Compared to those 'Ice Cellar Trio' over there, she's like sunshine on frozen ground!"

Iya blinked suddenly, reached out and gently tugged at Paimon's ribbon, his tone light but meaningful: "Paimon, I advise you to watch your words—Candice may look gentle and kind, but in my perception, she is not a kind person."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly looked up—and met Candice's gaze.

In that instant, time seemed to slow down.

Yiya froze, then stuck out her tongue and quickly shrank back into Ying's arms, pretending nothing had happened.

Candice simply withdrew her gaze, her expression unchanged, as if she were merely brushing away a speck of dust.

If it were a child from Aru Village making such reckless remarks, she would definitely laugh and tap him on the forehead, then recite an old village admonition about "being careful with words as if wielding a sword."

But this child in front of me... had clear eyes, a frank tone, and no malice whatsoever; he was like a mirror reflecting reality.

People judge things by what they see—this statement may not be entirely true, but at least at this moment, it is not wrong.