Deep within The Chasm,
a man with four arms and a robust physique sat on a Shitou.
The man coughed repeatedly, then silently wiped away the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth.
His body appeared very weak, and he was unconscious most of the time; even when he was occasionally lucid, he would stare blankly at the Shitou.
This time, the coughing was more severe than before, and fresh blood, tinged with a black aura, stained the man's palm.
The man had forgotten many things, but he remembered the black aura.
This was karma corroding his body and mind.
The man's coughing attracted his companion from the corner to come out and check on him.
"Yakshas brother, are you alright?"
"Now there are only two of us left down here; you absolutely cannot have anything happen to you."
His companion walked over and sat beside the man, his voice filled with worry.
The man waved his hand dismissively, his tone very calm: "It's fine, Alatus, I won't die anytime soon."
His companion sighed helplessly: "Yakshas brother, you got it wrong again; my name is Boyang."
Boyang paused, then continued: "I keep hearing you mention Alatus; is that your name?"
"You've forgotten everything, yet you only remember the name Alatus."
The man sitting on the Shitou remained silent.
He wondered if his name was indeed Alatus?
Otherwise, why would he keep mentioning it?
After a long silence, the man slowly shook his head: "I don't remember… I don't remember anything."
The karma on him seemed to grow denser, and his body became weaker.
In the end, he couldn't even sit steadily and almost fell.
Fortunately, Boyang was quick-witted and steadied the man.
"Yakshas brother, you must hold on…"
"At the very least… tell me your name."
The man wanted to answer, but he had no answer in his heart.
Just then, a young voice came from behind the two of them.
"His name is Bosacius."
At that moment, Boyang suddenly turned his head as if he had been electrocuted, his face filled with disbelief.
He clearly hadn't expected there to be a third person in the depths of this underground area.
He clearly remembered that only he and this unknown Yakshas were in these depths.
All the other Millelith had already died in battle.
Where did this third person come from?
Upon hearing the name Bosacius, the man's eyes lit up again.
"Bosacius, yes… I remember now, my name is Bosacius."
"Meaning a fleeting life, letting go of everything."
He remembered, he remembered everything.
His name was Bosacius, one of the Five Yakshas under the Emperor's command.
He had four siblings, and they all got along very well.
The reason he kept mentioning Alatus was because Alatus was the youngest, his brother he worried about the most.
Looking at the weak Bosacius, Xiao reached out his hand towards him.
"Bosacius, we've come to pick you up, to take you home."
Beside Xiao, stood the other three Yakshas of water, fire, and rock.
"Big Brother Bosacius, didn't we agree that once the world was peaceful, we'd live ordinary lives together? You can't go back on your word."
"Big Brother Bosacius, hurry up and get up. The weather outside is so nice. How long are you going to sleep?"
"Bosacius, let's go back together."
Looking at the four Yakshas in front of him, Bosacius's face broke into a heartfelt smile.
"Boyang… my siblings have come to take me home."
As his words fell, a dense golden sea of light erupted within the cave, engulfing everyone.
Boyang's eyes widened in surprise; he saw the injuries on Bosacius's body heal at a visible rate.
The Five Yakshas stood in the light, shining brilliantly.
...
Xiao slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in bed.
In front of him stood Morax, Guizhong, and Azhdaha.
Azhdaha looked at Xiao, then explained: "You drank too much last night. I carried you back to the inn."
Xiao remained silent upon hearing this. So many things had happened earlier, but it was all just a dream.
Guizhong also noticed Xiao's unusual demeanor, so she asked: "Xiao, are you alright? Are you feeling well?"
Xiao shook his head: "I'm fine. I just… had a very long dream."
Azhdaha added: "It was a good dream, wasn't it? I heard you talking in your sleep just now."
Xiao was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I suppose so."
Morax looked at Xiao and slowly said: "Now that you've sobered up, let's depart and return to Liyue with us."
"We agreed to meet Mr. Faxun at the Port; we cannot be late."
"Understood."
Xiao stood up and followed Morax and the others as they left.
As he passed a certain restaurant, Xiao seemed to see a familiar figure.
Two men and two women, talking and laughing.
But when he looked closely, there was no one in the restaurant.
Was he seeing things?
Xiao didn't think much of it and continued to follow Morax.
Just then, a shop owner came from behind and called out to Xiao.
"Sir, please stop!"
Xiao was a little surprised, but he still stopped.
"Is something wrong?"
The shop owner held a steaming bowl of hangover soup and handed it to Xiao.
"A guest asked me to give you this hangover soup, saying that you would surely wake up with a splitting headache and feel unwell all over. A bowl of hangover soup would make you feel better."
The shop owner paused, then continued: "They also asked me to convey a message to you: to take good care of yourself."
Looking at the steaming bowl of hangover soup, Xiao remained silent.
After a long while, he took the bowl of hangover soup.
The taste of the soup was very familiar, exactly like the one Menogias brewed.
This unique hangover soup, and those familiar reminders—
Everything told Xiao that what happened in his dream had come true.
Xiao looked at the shop owner, then asked: "Are they still in the shop?"
The shop owner scratched his head and replied apologetically: "Those guests just left. I don't know where they went either."
Xiao stopped asking questions, drank the hangover soup in one gulp, and then left.
If they weren't seen, they naturally had their reasons, and Xiao wouldn't ask further.
After Xiao had walked far away, Bonanus poked her head out to check the situation.
Immediately after, she looked up at Bosacius.
"Big Brother Bosacius, why didn't we just meet our little brother directly?"
Bosacius stroked his chin and gave the reason.
"Because, he still has his mission to complete, and we cannot become a burden to him."
"Just let him know that his siblings are all well."
...
Makoto put down the history book in his hand.
Although it cost one intertwined fate, if it could make Xiao happy again, it was worth it.
It was almost time; he should wake up the Little Ones.
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