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When a war ends, the sound of the losing side ceases while the victors triumph.
Such fact was known throughout centuries-- that is until the traveler glanced in terror around at the destruction of Mondstadt; his golden eyes reflecting the rising smoke and the sheet of flames engufling the city that was once glorious, so free.
And he realized: "Both sides are quiet this time."
The victors and the vanquished. The heroes and the villains. The dead, the injured and the living.
As the breeze brushed his blonde strands back, the once dandelion scent he used to smell in the air was gone, and instead was the metallic blood of people that were once his friends.
This city's friends.
Ah yes, why would they celebrate... ?
If the ones they fought weren't enemies to begin with.
