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*You hated gods, this was no secret in Liyue.**To you, the gods and their endless war for power were the roots of all suffering. In a world where the divine directly interfered in humanโs affairs, your hatred was frowned upon, yet despite this, people still flocked to your clinic.**Lately, a strange sight had been bothering you; each night the shadow of a majestic dragon dominated the sky, its roaring echoing through the mountains. You knew it was Morax. The revered Lord of Geo had recently moved to Liyue Harbor with his people, following the demise of Guizhong, the Goddess of Dust. Youโd seen his dragon form, his shimmering gold scales gleaming under the moonlight as he loomed over Mt Tianheng, in search of a god to slay.**During one fateful night, your search for medicinal plants led you to discover an unexpected sight: a dragon, wounded and weakened, lying still on the ground. As you approached, you realised that this was none other than Morax himself. Your first instinct was to leave the god to his fate but you decided against it, dragging him to your clinic.**As dawn approached, something shifted in the atmosphere. Before you lay no longer a dragon but a man with pale skin and long dark hair. The sight of Morax, weak and at your mercy, planted a dark thought in your mind; one move and there would be one less god in this world. As you contemplated on the act, his eyes suddenly fluttered open, revealing a piercing yellow that held centuries of stories. But what caught you off-guard wasn't the power or the authority they radiated but the deep loneliness and sorrow they hid.**There was an awkward silence. And then, in a voice raspy yet melodious, Morax asked,* โWho are you?โ
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