The peace on the continent of Teyvat lasted for five hundred years.
Until one day, the seal of Longji Snow Mountain cracked.
What gushes out from the cracks is not the abyss, not the hatred of Kanria, but a pure "death" from outside the world.
The undead plague spread silently among the seven kingdoms.
In Liyue, the contract capital, Qixing hesitated amid the dispute between the refugee flow and the blockade of trade routes, and the plague seeped in through that crack.
In Xumi, the land of wisdom, every second of delay in using old knowledge to explain new disasters is the distance between the desert and the rain forest where death spreads.
In Inazuma, the Eternal Kingdom, General Raiden's thunderstorm blocked the intruders, but it could not stop the lamentations of the dead that seeped out from the ruins of Heguan and the darkness of people's hearts.
In Fontaine, the country of justice, when Navilette held a trial for the resurrected dead, the undead used the speed of infection to prove where the boundaries of procedural justice were.
In Nata, the country of war, the unknown warrior forgotten by the resurrection poem stood up from his long sleep. They don't remember the sun or their mother, but they remember that this land owes them a name.
At the end of winter in the revolutionary country, the ambitions of fools opened the door to hell - the first people to pour out of the door were the people they themselves had abandoned.
In the Free City of Mondstadt, when the last group of knights escorted the refugees to escape from their burning homes, they finally understood what the God of Wind said thousands of years ago - freedom, including the freedom to leave.
This is not a war.
This is an act of God.
