Instead, there is a breeze blowing past, bringing with it the salty tang of the sea and a distinct fishy aroma. There is no sign of either Childe or Exuvia, and if Zhongli were to look up he would see nothing except the pinpricks of light trying to overcome the oppressive gray of the void all around him.
There's also a cloying, thick feeling in the air, like that of smog or something equally as intrusive trying to get at his lungs. How strange.
The longer Zhongli stays looking around, the longer things began to change, albeit in slow, gradual shifts. The footsteps become sharper, more visible even with the ocean coming in to lick them away. At some point one set becomes two, the second branching off towards a path that climbs a hill dotted with grass and that bleeds into a copse of tall trees not too far away.
If Zhongli happens to look he'll see a flash of red hair just disappearing into the thick of it and a familiar red scarf flickering on the breeze. ]
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Instead, there is a breeze blowing past, bringing with it the salty tang of the sea and a distinct fishy aroma. There is no sign of either Childe or Exuvia, and if Zhongli were to look up he would see nothing except the pinpricks of light trying to overcome the oppressive gray of the void all around him.
There's also a cloying, thick feeling in the air, like that of smog or something equally as intrusive trying to get at his lungs. How strange.
The longer Zhongli stays looking around, the longer things began to change, albeit in slow, gradual shifts. The footsteps become sharper, more visible even with the ocean coming in to lick them away. At some point one set becomes two, the second branching off towards a path that climbs a hill dotted with grass and that bleeds into a copse of tall trees not too far away.
If Zhongli happens to look he'll see a flash of red hair just disappearing into the thick of it and a familiar red scarf flickering on the breeze. ]