The decision to challenge Celestia sent ripples through their circle. Back at the Knights of Favonius headquarters, Varka gathered his trusted allies in the grand hall, maps of Teyvat sprawled across the table. Jean stood resolute, her Vision steady as ever. “Grand Master, this is unprecedented. Celestia? The divine seat? But if it’s for Mondstadt’s freedom—and yours—I’ll stand by you.” Mika fidgeted with his quill, eyes wide. “I-I’ll map the routes, sir! From Natlan to the Chasm—whatever you need.” Razor, ever loyal, growled affirmatively. “Varka strong. Pack protects.”

  Nicole hovered nearby, her presence a calming force. Impressive, rallying them so easily. But we’ll need more than knights. The Hexenzirkel—Alice can bend realities, Barbeloth read omens.

  Varka nodded, his playful grin returning despite the gravity. “Right you are, my guide. Let’s pay Alice a visit. But first…” He pulled Nicole aside to a balcony overlooking the city, winds whispering through the leaves. “Before the storm hits, let’s steal a moment.”

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  Stealing moments? How roguish, she teased, her mental voice warm. But yes—amidst planning, remember why we fight.

  He embraced her, kissing her deeply—their lips meeting in a slow, gentle dance, bodies molding together. Hands explored, his tracing her curves, hers feeling the scars beneath his coat. “You’re my reason, Nicole. Witch or angel—doesn’t matter.”

  And you’re my anchor, playful knight of Boreas. The romantic interlude fueled their resolve as they set off.

  They journeyed to the Hexenzirkel’s hidden realm, a pocket dimension of swirling mists and floating teacups. Alice greeted them with explosive enthusiasm. “Varka! N! Defying Celestia for love? How romantic! Count me in—I’ll brew potions that twist fate itself.” Barbeloth, gazing at crystals, murmured, “The stars align… but beware the cost.”

  As night fell in the misty realm, Varka and Nicole shared a private pavilion. “These allies—they’re because of you,” he said.

  No, because of us. Their kiss ignited passion—hot, awkward touches turning intimate, clothes shedding in the moonlight, bodies uniting in a loving embrace.