Blade of Legends

Mondstadt's rooftops gleamed under a restless noon sun, its cobblestones trembling faintly as whispers of the Wind Dragon's wrath mingled with the city's unease.

Ye Ruo had been the intended guardian of this fragile peace, his wind-woven senses tracking the chaos beyond the walls and the Fools' festering schemes within.

Yet the Lady, a frost-veiled widow draped in grief and vengeance, emerged as the unexpected shadow of his day, her icy resolve a mirror to the storm brewing over Mondstadt's freedom.

Her past—etched in loss, a flame snuffed by divine neglect—clashed with Ye Ruo's rising power as a new treasure chest unveiled a weapon that could shift the balance of their silent war.

The city pulsed with tension, its air thick with the scent of pine and the faint musk of unease carried on a swirling breeze.

Goethe Hotel loomed—stone facade gleamed, windows glinted, a hive of Fools buzzing within its shadowed halls.

Ye Ruo perched—wind tugged his cloak, his Anemo Vision a steady pulse against the dark leather of his tunic.

"Fools—rant," he murmured, ears sharp.

Anastasia sneered—voice echoed, pride swelled.

"Novel—mockery!" she spat, fists clenched.

Her cloak rustled—anger flared, eyes glinted.

"Knights—weak," she boasted, tone sharp.

A grunt cut—"Wind Knight—lives," he warned.

Anastasia froze—"Him—still?" she rasped.

"Death—swift," another muttered, fear crept.

Silence fell—Fools quaked, plans stalled.

"Lady—lead," a soldier begged, voice low.

"She—bathes," another sighed, gaze darted.

Ye Ruo smirked—wind flared, form faded.

The Lady soaked—steam rose, water lapped.

Her mask rested—black crown gleamed, past stirred.

"Rustan—gone," she whispered, voice broke.

Her eyes closed—memories burned, tears welled.

A knight fell—blood pooled, love died.

"Flame—me," she recalled, grief surged.

Ice gleamed—evil eye pulsed, fire snuffed.

"Fools—now," she vowed, gaze hardened.

Her sneer returned—"Barbatos—weak," she hissed.

Ye Ruo watched—wind veiled, senses keen.

"Doctor—ball," he noted, sphere glinted.

"Trap—mine," he guessed, wind pulsed.

The system chimed in his mind—panel glowed.

He grinned—fame soared, chests beckoned.

[Ding, Precious Treasure Chest unlocked—5000 fame per draw, legendary rewards await.]

"Finally—purple," he mused, screen flared.

[Ding,抽取精致宝箱第100次—Steam Train Blueprint x1, 20,000 Mora…]

"Train—Liyue," he shrugged, blueprint stashed.

[Ding, opening Precious Treasure Chest—Wind Mysterious Sword acquired.]

Ye Ruo's eyes lit—cyan gleamed, blade sang.

The sword shimmered—slender steel glowed, wind swirled.

Its hilt pulsed—ancient lines wove, power hummed.

"Barbatos—blessed?" he marveled, grip tightened.

[Wind Mysterious Sword: Forged with divine wind, a legendary blade surpassing mortal craft; channels Anemo's might, cuts with tempest's grace.]

"Wolf's End—outdone," he chuckled, West Wind faded.

A twist struck—wind roared, skies darkened.

"Twalin—close!" a scout yelled, boots pounded.

Ye Ruo dashed—roof blurred, bow bloomed.

The dragon soared—scales dulled, poison streaked.

Knights rallied—spears glinted, shields braced.

"Hold—fire!" Kaeya barked, ice flared.

Arrows flew—wind twisted, dragon dodged.

Ye Ruo's sword flashed—cyan slashed, gale roared.

"Down—calm!" he shouted, tempest struck.

Twalin wailed—wings faltered, storm eased.

Amber gaped—"Blade—wild!" she gasped.

"New—mine," he grinned, sword gleamed.

Mondstadt shook—dragon slept, winds sighed.

A subplot brewed—Lady rose, hotel pulsed.

"Knight—grows," she sneered, vial gleamed.

Rosalia shadowed—"Fools—move," she hissed.

Ye Ruo turned—"Church—check," he barked.

Cathedral loomed—spires cut the sky, air hummed.

Fools crept—nuns screamed, shadows danced.

Lady stood—water gleamed, cruel grace.

"Harp—mine," she sneered, cage bloomed.

Ye Ruo's gale roared—sword slashed, wind shredded.

Hydro lashed—ice met water, frost spread.

Rosalia struck—spear grazed, blood dripped.

"Light—burns," Lady taunted, dodging swift.

"Shadow—cuts," Rosalia growled, lunging.

Wind broke—cage shattered, harp stood.

"Heart—soon," Lady vowed, water splashed.

She vanished—echoes lingered, threat alive.

Ye Ruo panted—"Close—damn," he cursed.

Rosalia's gaze softened—"Saved—still," she murmured.

Mondstadt sighed—dragon slept, Fools stalled.

Ye Ruo's blade gleamed—legend forged anew.

The system pulsed—fame a rising storm.

His power soared—Teyvat's winds bowed free.

***

Support me on Patreon to read 50+ advanced chapters: patreon.com/Nocturnal_Breeze