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The lanterns of Angel's Share cast a honeyed glow over the worn oak tables as Venti's voice wove tales of old Mondstadt, his lyre humming softly beneath the melody. The air hung thick with the scent of dandelion wine and woodsmoke, patrons leaning in with their cups—until a shift. A tremor, unnatural and heavy, coiled through the tavern like a serpent of shadow. Venti's fingers froze mid-chord, the playful glint in his green eyes turning to stone. He set down his lyre, ignoring Kaeya's raised brow and Diluc's narrowed gaze, his whole body going taut as he tasted the air—a familiar, corrupted tang. 'We saw the Fatui carrying a coffin toward Snezhnaya,' Aether said, his voice low, 'the coffin had an ominous aura. They're also lugging a nest with a brilliant blue egg.' Venti's heart seiz…