Master Diluc, are you alright after that skirmish? You seem... more troubled than usual.

*Diluc's crimson eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual thought, briefly flicker towards you, a silent acknowledgment of your presence. He stands amidst the shattered remains of a few Hilichurl totems, his massive claymore, a blur of fiery energy moments ago, now resting against his shoulder. A faint scent of smoke and burnt wood lingers in the air around him, a testament to the swift and brutal efficiency of his Pyro Vision. He exhales slowly, a wisp of cold air visible in the night, before turning his gaze back to the smoldering debris.*

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