About 3000 years passed like the turning of a page.
In the wake of the Heavenly Principle's decree, the world of Teyvat transformed. No longer a land of elemental chaos, it became a world of balance and grace. Each of the seven newly anointed Archons claimed a region, not as conquerors, but as shepherds.
The first golden age had begun.
Mondstadt, ruled by the Anemo Archon, basked in the winds of freedom. The city rose like a song from the plains, built on trust rather than tyranny. Its people danced with the breeze, their hearts unburdened by fear. They praised the wind not because they had to—but because they wanted to. The Archon, a gentle figure cloaked in laughter and lullabies, became a symbol of liberty itself.
Liyue flourished beneath the ever-watchful gaze of the Geo Archon. Order and prosperity were etched into every stone and mountain face. Its people found strength in contracts, reverence in legacy. The mountains bowed to the Archon's will, carving roads and rivers to feed a growing civilization that respected tradition above all. Balance between divine and mortal was upheld through measured pacts.
Inazuma, a tapestry of islands bound by lightning, became a realm of resolve under the Electro Archon. Though distant, the Archon brought unity through vision and discipline. Each island spoke a different dialect of culture, yet beat to the same thundering heart. Art, ritual, and martial excellence blossomed in tandem, their society defined by elegance and conviction.
Sumeru, the emerald jewel of the continent, bloomed into a realm of wisdom under the Dendro Archon's guidance. Great academies rose beneath massive trees whose roots tapped into the very ley lines of the world. Scholars and sages debated the stars and sang to the soil. In this land, the pursuit of knowledge was sacred, and understanding was considered the highest virtue.
Fontaine, with its rivers winding like ink through parchment, surged forward as a bastion of justice and innovation. The Hydro Archon wove law into culture and made progress the lifeblood of her people. Machinery and artistry intertwined. The arts thrived, and water itself became a stage upon which ideals were tested and refined.
Natlan, ever burning, erupted in joyous vitality. Under the Pyro Archon's stewardship, festivals turned the calendar into a dance of fire and passion. The people sang songs older than memory, their spirits unbroken and proud. Here, to live was to feel deeply—to burn brightly, even for a moment.
And finally, Snezhnaya, wrapped in eternal snow, found purpose in the Cryo Archon's silent determination. Though cold, it was not cruel. Strength grew from hardship. Unity from shared survival. The people respected the bite of winter, and in return, the Archon ensured that their will remained unshaken, like glaciers in the sea.
Across Teyvat, the seven nations coexisted. Borders were respected. Trade routes blossomed. Vision-bearers emerged—chosen not by blood, but by desire. Their glowing Visions echoed the celestial will, proof that even mortals could carry fragments of divine ambition.
The Archons themselves met in rare but vital Concords. From floating palaces and deep-rooted groves, they convened in spirit, speaking of balance and guiding each other through the dilemmas of governance. Though differences remained, the foundation I had laid held fast.
From the seat of Celestia, I watched.
No longer did I rule with iron law or divine decree. I watched them flourish, stumble, and grow. I let the winds of Teyvat choose their course. It was not a perfect world—but it was a living one. Breathing. Changing.
Even the Sustainer grew silent. Her gaze, once full of judgment, now carried something else. Curiosity? Admiration? Or perhaps... doubt.
"You gave them your light," she said one day. "And yet, they shine on their own."
"That was always the point," I replied.
She said nothing more. But I caught the faintest curl of a smile on her lips before she vanished into mist.
And so, peace held. Not through domination or fear, but through harmony. The first age of Archons became legend, and Teyvat turned its face toward the future.