Glorious past

The revelations within the ancient ruins unfolded like a scroll of profound regret, each inscription etching a poignant chapter of the Divine War. As the narrative delved into the Martial God's unparalleled feats during an age where gods and monsters clashed, I couldn't help but feel a stark contrast between his selfless actions and my own impulsive pursuit of power.

The Martial God's mastery of techniques and magic, his wielded stone spears that rivaled mountains in size, painted a picture of a god who had transcended the bounds of mortality. As I read about his adepti-yakshas, kitsunes, asuras, and elves-a formidable squad raised not for dominion but to protect the realm, a pang of regret echoed through the ruins.

The pivotal moment when Liyue faced the threat of an ocean demon and a mountain dragon became a striking testament to the god's character. "This is the age of gods and monsters; I wish not for dominion, yet I cannot watch the commonfolk suffer," his words, spoken with a sense of duty and compassion, stood in stark contrast to my own heedless quest for power.

The ruins seemed to resonate with the weight of his sacrifice, a sacrifice not for personal gain but for the well-being of the commonfolk. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I murmured, "He protected Liyue without seeking dominion. I, on the other hand, squandered the final contract for personal ambition."

The dialogue within the inscriptions played out like a haunting echo. "For Liyue," the Martial God declared, rallying his adepti with a selfless resolve. The juxtaposition between his commitment to the people and my reckless misuse of the final contract became a bitter pill to swallow.

As I stood amidst the ruins, tears welled up in my eyes. "I wasted the last resort meant for the world, treating it as a means to my own ends. The Martial God's actions were driven by compassion, while mine were fueled by arrogance," I confessed, the weight of my regret hanging in the air like a heavy mist.

The juxtaposition between the Martial God's sacrifice and my own impetuous actions became an indelible mark on the tapestry of the ruins. "For Liyue," I whispered, my voice tinged with remorse, "he upheld a duty to protect, while I tarnished the final gift with selfish desires."

The ruins, now a silent witness to the contrast between divine selflessness and mortal recklessness, seemed to demand reflection. My journey, once a pursuit of power, transformed into a pilgrimage of redemption-an opportunity to rectify my mistakes and, in some small way, honor the legacy of the god who had walked the same path with a heart filled with compassion.