Life and death treasure

As the truth unfurled within the ancient ruins, a profound heaviness settled upon me, a burden that transcended the tangible weight of the gnosis in my hands. The realization hit with a cruel force-I had squandered the final gift of the Martial God, a treasure that held the essence of life and death within its crystalline core. The priest's words, now etched in regret, echoed in the silence, "To cleanse the land and defend our safe harbor, that was your first contract in Liyue, and now the final contract too has been set in stone."

The gnosis, once a coveted source of power, now felt like a mocking reminder of my impulsive actions. Tears welled up, an uncontrollable torrent of remorse and understanding, as the gravity of my mistake weighed heavily upon me. I had treated the god of contracts' last resort as a means to my end, a misguided pursuit of strength that had come at the cost of squandering a life and death treasure.

In the midst of the crumbling ruins, I found myself murmuring to the unseen specter of the Martial God, "I didn't understand. I didn't realize the true significance of your final gift. I thought it was a tool for my ambitions, but it was a last resort for the world, and I wasted it." The air seemed to hang heavy with the weight of missed opportunities and irreversible choices.

The ancient runes, silent witnesses to the unfolding drama, whispered tales of a lover lost and a realm entrusted to the god of contracts. A voice from the annals of time seemed to respond, carrying the weight of centuries, "In times of dire need, invoke the final contract. It is my last gift to this realm." The spectral words hung in the air, a haunting reminder of the responsibility I had failed to comprehend.

Amidst the ruins, I clutched the gnosis tighter, a futile attempt to contain the torrent of emotions within me. "I wasted a life and death treasure," I admitted, my voice carrying the weight of broken realization. "It was meant to be a safeguard for the world, and I treated it as a means to my own ends. What have I done?"

The gnosis, now a symbol of lost opportunities and irreparable mistakes, seemed to pulse with a muted glow, as if mourning the misuse of its divine power. The ruins, once a sanctuary of ancient wisdom, became a silent witness to the shattered spirit of a girl who had unwittingly squandered a last resort-the final gift of the god of contracts.

In the quiet desolation, a resolve began to take root within me-a resolve to rectify the consequences of my actions, to be a guardian of Liyue in the truest sense. The tears, now not just of regret but of determination, traced a path down my cheeks. The journey ahead, once driven by misguided ambitions, now became a pilgrimage of redemption-a quest to protect the realm that had flourished under the watchful gaze of the god of contracts, even in the face of my own shortcomings.