He comes to a pause at her sudden request, soft spoken but given an undercurrent of a very pure seriousness. Eclipsing his voice in the meantime, their goading to changing location was a hint easily captured, secrecy being pride and parcel of maintaining private affairs. A slow nod would be his response as the tiny hand would drag him along, leading them through Sumeru’s sunny streets until they’ve found a more particular recluse. This area was better settled by the loading bays that often parked themselves with all brands of cargo, usually too drawn into their work in order to explore the nooks and crannies around the area.
Thoma would find himself placed upon one of the massive roots of the divine tree that protectively held vigil upon the heart of the Nation of Wisdom. From all the experiences they shared, it’s a rare change to notice that tinge of anxiety that flecks her tone while the aspect known as the Dendro Archon herself was emerging properly from Nahida. As always, there was just something about divinity in a more serious state that captures and rallies attention. His own resolve finds itself holding steel steady while her concerns are drawn to the table.
“Right.” Thoma begins, deciding that providing genuine proof would be a proper start. Reaching into his pack of supplies, what would be retrieved by his gloved hands would be the proofs of credibility. Settled within his hand was a Ley Line branch, one that bolsters a pristine ivory while a mint green energy flows within, as if it’s actively alive despite being apart from the host. Alongside of that would be the statuette of some unknown figure. Thanks to their presence as a Vision wielder and Archon, the malevolent energies were severely repressed, only leading a seething red gaze to peer upon the world of Teyvat.
“Here. You may take these to study to your heart’s content first off. As for the main issue at hand..” A sudden breath is drawn in, energizing his lungs for the conversation ahead.
“Within my travels of Sumeru, at the very least, I’ve picked up upon two areas of intrigue for them. Old, ancient lands that find themselves ripe with Khaenri’ah machinery, then there’s grounds that also host the Withering.. but the interesting matter is what they do there.. Are you familiar as to why they always start fires? I genuinely hold little clue myself.”
“However, the air gets near suffocating when it truly starts up this ritual with flames. By no means is it from the smoke either but some presence that feels like it’s trying to claw into Teyvat. I’ve always jumped in to interrupt and dispel those forces.. but the frequency they attempt activating it, it has me worried.”
“What could Pyro accomplish..? It becomes a frustrating gap to cross, doubly so with how you mentioned their gathered intelligence.”
