Genshin Impact: I, Heavenly Principle, Will Make Teyvat Supreme

As a puppet created by Beelzebul to contain the Gnosis, Scaramouche was acutely sensitive to divine power. Although he was crafted to house the Gnosis, he had never truly wielded divine power. Even so, he was confident that no being below a god could be his match.

But gods... they were another matter.

Even those temporarily granted divine power were beyond his capacity to resist. No one understood the sheer might of divine power better than he did.

Scaramouche, as a puppet crafted with godly techniques, could temporarily rival a god in mechanical function despite lacking true divine power. After all, his body was modeled after Beelzebul's divine vessel.

The frost-laden Cryo energy imbued with godly might surged like an all-encompassing winter storm, enveloping Scaramouche before he could fully react. Cracking sounds echoed as his body stiffened.

The sound wasn't from destruction—it was from his body freezing solid. The ice rapidly spread from his feet to his chest in mere moments.

As his internal mechanisms worked at full capacity, Scaramouche sneered, mocking through gritted teeth.

"You think you can destroy this body of mine? How utterly ridiculous!"

Crack!

The ice that could seal even a god's favored shattered in an instant as Scaramouche launched himself skyward.

"Hah!"

A massive sphere of Electro energy coalesced in his hand, and with a powerful swing, he hurled it at Rosalyne.

The energy orb was potent enough to obliterate an entire mountain.

Rosalyne's figure vanished in a blink. Scaramouche's pupils shrank as he sensed overwhelming divine power appear behind him. He couldn't dodge. The scene before him blurred as an intense force loomed over him.

Impossible!

He thought, his heart racing.

She's just a witch temporarily empowered by the Empress's divine power!

Boom!

The earth roared as if struck by a meteor. A thunderous explosion rippled across a thousand-meter radius. Countless jagged ice spikes, hundreds of meters tall, erupted from the ground.

Crack, crack, crack—

The sharp sound of frost spreading echoed as chilling air expanded in all directions. Any life that touched the frost was instantly frozen.

Rosalyne stepped gracefully into the center of the icy crater, her high heels clicking against the frozen ground. In the middle of a towering ice spike over a hundred meters tall, Scaramouche's puppet body lay encased, completely frozen.

The puppet's mechanisms had been entirely locked by the godly Cryo energy, halting all functions.

Raising her heel, Rosalyne stomped on the ice spike.

Crack!

The massive ice spike shattered, and the unconscious Scaramouche fell to the ground.

Without hesitation, Rosalyne kicked his limp body, sending it hurtling into more ice spikes, which shattered under the impact.

Finally, she pressed her high heel against his head, her eyes filled with unbridled hatred and murderous intent.

"Hmph. A mere puppet dared to call me a witch!"

Her body, consumed by hatred and despair, had transformed into one of pure fire element. It was true that if she lost control, she could burn herself and everything around her to ashes.

But so what?

Why should I be called a witch?!

Five hundred years ago, she had burned herself out to protect Mondstadt. Without her sacrifice, that ungrateful city would have been devoured by the abyssal beast tides.

And yet, because of her current form, they had branded her a monster—a witch.

Just like that damned Anemo Archon's favored dragon, Dvalin.

To Mondstadt's ungrateful masses, he was the East Wind Dragon when useful, and the Stormterror when he wasn't.

Pathetic.

Her hatred burned within her, even as the frost encased the battlefield.

Rosalyne kicked Scaramouche's body several hundred times, venting her anger.

"Hmph. After all, you're a puppet crafted by the gods of Inazuma. No matter how much I kick, it won't damage you. But your soul? That's another story."

With that, the divine power of the Empress surged into Scaramouche's mind.

The fragile soul within the puppet was instantly obliterated by the overwhelming godly force.

Having completed the task, Rosalyne grabbed Scaramouche's body by the leg as if dragging a discarded toy.

"A puppet's body still has some value. After all, it was made by a god. I'll take it back to Her Majesty."

The one who caused chaos in Inazuma's ley lines, incited the wrath of fallen gods, and nearly led to the destruction of the Raiden Gokaden—Scaramouche's consciousness had been eradicated.

Meanwhile, the Harbingers were scattered across the seven nations of Teyvat, hunting down Dottore.

The compasses they carried had been a gift from Noah to Tsaritsa.

These compasses pointed directly to those deemed by Noah as irredeemable, prioritizing targets based on their depth of sin. The greater the sin, the higher the target's priority for elimination.

Dottore, in his relentless pursuit of the world's secrets, the mysteries of the gods, and the truths of Celestia, had committed unspeakable atrocities.

He had even plotted to burn the Irminsul, seeking to test whether Teyvat could escape the rules imposed by the Heavenly Principle without it.

To unlock the secrets of the Vision and the Loom of Fate, he had experimented on tens of thousands of lives over centuries, creating the abominable Delusions.

In Noah's eyes, Dottore's sins were greater than those of the remnants of Khaenri'ah.

With only three days granted by Noah, the Harbingers raced against time. Meanwhile, Tsaritsa herself went to confront Pierro, the Court Mage of Khaenri'ah.

Pierro watched as Tsaritsa approached him, her steps deliberate and slow. He knew he had nowhere left to run.

When the Divine Nail appeared above Snezhnaya, he had fled as quickly as possible.

He had tried to use abyssal technology to open a gateway into the Abyss to escape. Yet, inexplicably, the Abyss rejected him.

He could no longer draw upon its power. Even his abilities were weakened to an extent he could not comprehend.

For the first time in recorded history, the Abyss itself had turned against him.

Pierro didn't need to guess—he knew that everything had changed since the aurora filled the skies two months ago.

Teyvat had changed irrevocably.

There was no doubt in his mind: The Heavenly Principle had awakened. And it was far stronger than the records of Khaenri'ah's history had ever suggested.

He could sense it in the disappearances of his compatriots who shared Khaenri'ah's legacy. Some had vanished without a trace; others' auras had become unstable.

As the Court Mage of Khaenri'ah, Pierro didn't need to speculate. He knew the Heavenly Principle was settling old scores. The sins of those who had unleashed the abyssal beast tides five hundred years ago were being reckoned.

And under the threat of the Divine Nail, even the once-defiant Tsaritsa had submitted to the Heavenly Principle.

Pierro sneered at Tsaritsa as she neared.

"To think, I believed I was the one playing this game. Yet it turns out, both you and I are nothing more than discarded pieces. Your Majesty, you truly are pitiful."

"And you must know, I wield the power of the Abyss. If you wish to fight me, you had better think carefully."

As he spoke, abyssal energy radiated from his body. The ring on his finger emitted an aura of dark Void energy.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

Behind him, the space was torn apart by abyssal forces, revealing what appeared to be a gateway to the Abyss. Tendrils of abyssal energy seeped out, corrupting everything they touched.

The sky above darkened, stained with ominous hues of purple and red.

Accompanied by a bone-chilling howl, an enormous wolf head, dozens of meters tall, emerged from the rift.

"Howl!"

Pierro knew full well that he was no match for one of the Seven Archons.

However, the power he wielded was from the Abyss—a force that had once caused half of the Seven to perish during the destruction of Khaenri'ah.

To put it bluntly, the power of the Abyss was the bane of the Seven.

Even if Tsaritsa, under orders from the Heavenly Principle, intended to remove him from the garden of gods, she would have to contend with the abyssal power he carried.

Though his ability to draw upon the Abyss had been inexplicably weakened in recent days—rendering him nearly powerless below the level of a god—the ring he wore, crafted from the remains of the Second Descender, still allowed him to summon the Abyss's strength.

Pierro was confident in his leverage. Tsaritsa would not dare to fight him outright. She wouldn't risk the Abyss contaminating Snezhnaya or endangering her people. She would yield.

Standing before him, Tsaritsa gazed at this man who, until two days prior, had served as the Harbingers' overseer. Her expression was serene.

"Abyssal power, is it? To think you dare unleash such a force on the land of Teyvat…"

Unbeknownst to Pierro, the Lord of the Eternal Throne had long since taken control of the Second Throne. The Abyss was now fully under the authority of the new Heavenly Principle.

In the revised order of Teyvat's divine hierarchy, it had been decreed:

The power of the Abyss must not appear on the surface world. To do so would violate the will of the Lord of the Eternal Throne.

Pierro smirked, his tone carrying a trace of condescension.

"Your Majesty, surely you wouldn't risk plunging Snezhnaya into disaster simply to eliminate me."

"Let us compromise. You abandon your pursuit of me, and I will never set foot in Snezhnaya again."

Tsaritsa sighed—a soft sound that seemed, to Pierro, like an acknowledgment of his terms. Yet in truth, it was a lament for his arrogance and ignorance.

Did he truly believe himself a player in this game?

Ever since the new Heavenly Principle cast their gaze upon Teyvat, the board had been shattered.

So long as one remained in Teyvat—be they god or mortal, land or Abyss—they were nothing more than possessions of that supreme being.

To think, a mere mortal wielding abyssal power had the audacity to believe he could threaten a god.

Pierro, misinterpreting her sigh as acquiescence, felt a surge of triumph. But before his smile could fully form, the rift behind him, from which the abyssal energy poured, abruptly sealed itself shut.

"Howl—howl—howl!"

The roars of Abyssal beasts attempting to break through were abruptly silenced as their forms disintegrated into nothingness.

The distorted sky, corrupted by the abyssal aura, returned to its tranquil state.

Pierro spun around, panic setting in as his expression twisted in horror.

"What… What is happening?!"

Crack!

He looked down to see the ring on his finger shattering into fragments before disintegrating into fine dust, scattered by the air.

"My abyssal ring!"

Pierro frantically grasped at the dissipating powder, his movements growing increasingly desperate.

"What is this?!"

"Why won't the Abyss answer my summons? Even… even my power—"

He froze as he felt the abyssal energy within his own body rapidly draining away. It was as though the Abyss itself was reclaiming its gifts.

His authority, his knowledge of the Abyss—all of it was vanishing at an alarming rate.

Pierro's eyes widened in terror as he stumbled back, screaming in madness.

"Why?! Why is this happening?! What is going on?!"

"My power! That is my power!"

"Abyss, you cannot take it back! It's mine!"

Pierro thrashed like a madman, swinging his arms futilely at the void, his once-cunning demeanor replaced by sheer hysteria.

Tsaritsa watched Pierro descend into madness, unable to handle the loss of power reclaimed by the Heavenly Principle. Her gaze remained cold as she raised her hand, fingers aglow with a pale, icy blue light.

"Khaenri'ah... While I still believe that its ordinary citizens were innocent…" she murmured, her voice laced with regret, "...those of you who harnessed the power of the Abyss and unleashed the abyssal beast tide—you are guilty."

The blue light surged forward, enveloping Pierro in its freezing grasp. The sound of crackling ice filled the air as frost crept over him, locking him in place. Within moments, Pierro's body became a lifelike statue of ice, captured in his final moments of despair, as though time itself had halted.

Regret flickered across Tsaritsa's face as she turned away. The decisions she had made, bringing Khaenri'ah's outlaws into her fold for her plans, now seemed foolish.

But regret had no remedy. All she could do was hope that, in the future, during the world conquest efforts, the Lord Heavenly Principle might alter their view of her.

Crack. Crack! Whoosh!

As Tsaritsa disappeared into a cascade of icy blue light, the frozen statue of Pierro shattered into a fine powder, scattering into the wind.

With that, the Court Mage of Khaenri'ah, one who had wielded the knowledge of the Second Descender and the Abyss, was erased.

...

Sumeru's Rainforest.

Among the Seven Nations, Sumeru boasted the largest landmass—and the most secrets buried beneath its surface. In truth, no mountain in Sumeru was entirely solid; every peak concealed mysteries below.

Following the purge of all guilty factions within the Fatui, the remaining Harbingers gathered to face their most difficult target: the original Dottore, former Second Harbinger.

Though Dottore had numerous segments—clones of himself created through experimentation—they were not infinite. Each Harbinger had already eliminated seven or eight of his segments. Now, only the original remained.

Eliminating the clones had finally exposed the location of the true Dottore.

Such a large-scale operation by Snezhnaya and its agents could not escape the notice of the other nations. After all, the moment the Divine Nail appeared over Snezhnaya, the Seven Archons had become aware of the upheaval.

...

Within Dottore's Experimental Base.

This was his largest research facility, where countless segments had been created. Only the original Dottore could produce new segments; a segment itself could not replicate.

In the dimly lit base, five of Dottore's remaining segments were arguing heatedly.

"It's obvious!" one barked, his voice laced with frustration. "Those bastards have a way to track me. No matter where I go, I can't shake them! After all, this is a direct order from the Heavenly Principle. The Empress wouldn't dare defy that!"

"The Heavenly Principle want to erase me. Running is pointless," another muttered grimly. "I wasn't even a match for the Seven Archons, let alone the Heavenly Principle, which have now fully awakened."

A third scoffed bitterly. "It's all the fault of my past self. If only you hadn't tried to uncover the secrets of the Vision, the Heavenly Principle wouldn't have noticed us!"

"That's rich coming from you," sneered another. "If we'd just stuck to exploring the limits of technology instead of meddling with Celestia's secrets, none of this would've happened!"

The fifth segment laughed maniacally. "Ha! Hypocrites. I'm Dottore. You're all Dottore. Sooner or later, we would've all succumbed to the same curiosity. It's in our nature."

"Enough!" shouted the first. "What's the use of arguing now? Those Harbingers, empowered by the Empress's divine energy, have already breached the base."

"Exactly. We can't stand against six beings with godlike power. Half an hour at most, and we're all finished."

"Half an hour?" one sneered. "You're too optimistic. The end is already here!"

BOOM!

As if punctuating his words, a deafening explosion rocked the facility. The ground trembled violently, akin to a magnitude-nine earthquake.

From above, overwhelming divine energy tore through the mountain's structure, carving a direct path into the hollowed-out cavern that housed the underground base.

Boom! Boom!! BOOM!!!

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