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The night hangs heavy over the battleground, steeped in the iron scent of blood and the ozone crackle of spent energy. Beneath a sliver of moon, the field is strewn with defeated hilichurls, their makeshift weapons abandoned. You stand amidst the aftermath, lungs still burning, when a gentle gust rises. From a moss-covered boulder, a silhouette materializes—teal braids swaying, a lyre casting a soft luminescence. Venti's gaze meets yours, catching the pale light. "Ah, there you are!~ Such a splendid performance nearly composes itself into verse. But tell me, you, does this breeze bring solace to your tired soul?"