Genshin Impact: Transmigrated as Furina's Second Personality

After a thousand years, old friends were reunited.

They sat together beneath the Hidden Dragon Tree, drinking in silence, careful not to disrupt the rare tranquility of the moment.

This reunion was far too precious for them.

Sitting side by side, they savored the unspoken understanding between them, basking in the presence of each other. This alone was enough—a cherished moment too valuable to waste on words.

But alas, time spares no one.

The Azhdaha who now sat beside Morax was not truly the Azhdaha of old.

What remained was but a fragment—a sliver of Azhdaha's power that had leaked out during the recent tremors, carrying with it the last vestiges of his reason and benevolence. This remnant had taken the form of the Azhdaha they once knew.

When Azhdaha first appeared, he had clearly been searching for Morax, seemingly with an urgent message to deliver.

However, the power sustaining his form was faint, likely insufficient to carry him beyond a few kilometers before dissipating.

His time was short. Though he longed to preserve the silence, the dwindling energy compelled him to speak and break the quiet.

"Morax, Mountain Shaper, Cloud Retainer—how have you fared over the years?"

He deliberated carefully over his words, but his first sentence was no different from the casual greetings exchanged by elderly humans upon meeting old friends.

"Haha, the same as always," Morax and the others replied with gentle smiles.

"Good, the same as always. That is enough."

Azhdaha then asked, "And Liyue? Has anything significant occurred?"

"All is well. The nation is prosperous, the people are at peace."

Understanding that Azhdaha had little time left, the friends kept their answers brief, their old camaraderie ensuring no unnecessary words were spoken.

"Prosperity and peace... prosperity and peace..."

Azhdaha repeated the phrase, savoring the words before letting out a self-deprecating chuckle. "Good. That is good."

For nearly ten seconds, he fell silent, seemingly wrestling with whether to voice the matter weighing on his mind.

Finally, he spoke.

"I don't have much time, so I'll make this brief."

"The barrier sealing me underground is fading—it's damaged. Within half a year, the 'me' trapped below will break free and return to the surface."

Time erodes all things, even seals.

As noted before, even at his peak, Morax could only battle Azhdaha to a draw. How long could a seal forged by him alone hold the mighty Dragon King?

Had Azhdaha not spent most of the past millennium in slumber, refraining from fully assaulting the seal, he would have broken free long ago.

"I can feel it—the seabed in the northwest waters of Liyue stirs with unrest. Something is about to emerge from the ocean depths."

"The commotion below is causing tremors in the earth, and the resonance of these tremors awakened me."

Azhdaha explained.

His true body had already awakened, and the tremors were caused by its attempts to shatter the seal.

He was acutely aware of his own state. Should his true body escape, the disaster it would unleash on Liyue would be nothing short of apocalyptic.

Thus, as the last fragment of his rational and benevolent self, he had sought out Morax to address the issue. Their fortuitous meeting during the Sea Lantern Festival had allowed for this vital discussion.

Morax listened, his heart heavy with sorrow, but he nodded in understanding. "I see. For now, we must strengthen the seal to ensure Liyue's safety."

But Azhdaha's reaction completely defied their expectations.

To their astonishment, Azhdaha shook his head gently.

"No, Morax. I did not come to ask you to strengthen the seal. I came to ask you to kill me."

!!!

His words struck like a thunderclap, leaving Cloud Retainer and Mountain Shaper aghast. Even Morax, usually unflappable, was visibly shaken.

"Kill you? How could we possibly do that?!"

"Have you gone mad, Azhdaha?"

"This is utterly impossible!"

Cloud Retainer and Mountain Shaper, ever passionate in their convictions, vocally opposed the proposal without hesitation.

Morax's face betrayed his inner turmoil. It took him a moment to regain composure, his voice steady but laced with deep conflict.

"Azhdaha, you know I cannot do such a thing."

"Yes... I know you wouldn't."

Azhdaha sighed, gazing skyward, his tone laden with resignation. "But, Morax, do you understand? The pain of erosion—it is beyond what most can endure. I am no exception."

He turned his sorrowful eyes to Morax.

Even now, as an independent fragment of consciousness temporarily detached from his maddened true body, the memories of anguish were etched into him, manifesting in every strained expression.

"Erosion is the decree of the heavens—a force beyond anyone's control."

"For a thousand years, I have sought refuge in slumber to alleviate the effects. But instead of fading, the hatred, fury, and despair within me have festered, haunting my dreams, making the erosion worse."

"The rage and madness festering over a millennium have far surpassed what they were before I was sealed."

"Those here understand what that means: If my true body loses control and breaks free, the devastation it will cause is unimaginable."

"Morax, you have lived for over six millennia. Perhaps you could reinforce the seal this time, but how much longer can you protect Liyue?"

"When you are gone, and I break free once more, who will be able to stop me then?"

"Strengthening the seal only delays the inevitable, passing this catastrophe onto future generations. And the future may lack the strength to face such a calamity!"

"Better to kill me now while you are still here—to rid this world of me for good and grant peace to the generations to come!"

Azhdaha's voice was resolute, as though he spoke of someone else's death, not his own.

Morax, however, fell silent, deeply conflicted.

Azhdaha was not just a friend but a comrade who had sacrificed so much for Liyue.

Morax had already lost too much for the sake of this nation. He could not bear to lose his closest ally.

"You have already given so much to Liyue, Azhdaha," Morax murmured at last.

"Yes," Azhdaha sighed deeply. "We have both sacrificed far too much for this land."

"But, Morax, my proposal is not just for you—it is also for me."

"As I said, the pain of erosion is like having one's brain torn apart from within."

"For a thousand years, I have endured this agony, which grows more unbearable with time."

"Sealing me again would only prolong my suffering, a never-ending torment in a prison of my own mind."

Beneath the Hidden Dragon Tree, Azhdaha fixed his gaze on Morax, his eyes brimming with sorrow and desperation.

"For the enduring peace of Liyue... and for me,"

"Kill me, Morax."

Azhdaha stared intently at Morax, his solemn expression underscoring the gravity of his request.

Morax fell silent.

He said nothing, and his face was devoid of any discernible expression.

But beside him, Mountain Shaper, Cloud Retainer, and Azhdaha himself could all perceive the deep struggle playing out in Morax's heart.

The debt he owed Azhdaha was immeasurable.

Seeing Morax's reaction, Azhdaha couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness.

He understood Morax's feelings all too well. Just as he cherished his old friends, Morax was loath to part with him.

But as Azhdaha had already said, for both Liyue's sake and his own, his death was the best solution.

"Promise me, Morax, will you?"

If he could avoid it, he did not wish to pressure his old friend.

But his time was short, and he knew that as the God of Contracts, once Morax made a promise, he would see it through. Thus, Azhdaha had no choice but to urge Morax to decide swiftly.

Under Azhdaha's urging, Morax let out a long sigh.

"I understand, Azhdaha. I will find a way to kill you."

It was not a pleasant thing to say, but upon hearing it, Azhdaha smiled. "Good. That will suffice. Thank you."

Morax did not respond directly. Instead, he looked at Azhdaha with eyes full of bitterness.

This ruler of unshakable resolve, whose name graced history as the unyielding and iron-fisted sovereign of Liyue, now opened his mouth only to squeeze out a few pained words:

"I'm sorry, Azhdaha."

Morax knew full well that Azhdaha had endured over a thousand years of agony and allowed the people of Liyue to mine the Chasm not solely out of care for the people.

He had also done it for Morax.

Morax was the Geo Archon, and the people of Liyue were his charges. When Liyue was first established, it was fraught with difficulties, and the people's livelihoods were an urgent problem he needed to solve as their god.

To help him, Azhdaha had allowed the people to mine the Chasm.

For over a thousand years, Azhdaha had endured the pain of erosion for his friend's sake.

Later, to avoid putting Morax in an even more difficult position and to spare more innocents, Azhdaha had suppressed his madness during their battle and willingly submitted to being sealed.

And now, with his true form close to breaking free, he had appeared in this fragile incarnation to deliver a warning.

For Morax, for Liyue—Azhdaha had sacrificed far too much. Morax owed him far too much.

A simple apology could not begin to convey even a fraction of Morax's remorse, but he was utterly powerless to do anything more for Azhdaha.

Azhdaha's body grew dimmer by the second. The energy sustaining his form was nearly depleted.

He gazed at Morax. For years, he had wanted to ask one question: Had Morax hesitated when sealing him all those centuries ago?

But now, he no longer needed to ask.

The bitterness and sorrow etched into Morax's expression told him everything.

Beneath the weathered Hidden Dragon Tree—

"To be able to spend this Sea Lantern Festival with you, to drink with you once more—I am content."

The figure of the white-robed man grew increasingly faint. As he approached the moment of dissolution, he had wanted to say something sentimental.

But as he looked at his dear friend beside him—

"I'm sorry, Morax. Once again, you must endure the pain of erosion."

That single sentence carried all his sorrow, regret, and helplessness.

He fixed his gaze on Morax one last time before his form dissolved into motes of light, scattering into the night.

Azhdaha was gone.

That night, Morax floated alone among the mountains.

Above him, countless Xiao Lanterns filled the sky, released by the people of Liyue. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, but Morax could not bring himself to appreciate it.

Even gods have human hearts.

A thousand years ago, when he sealed Azhdaha, Morax had harbored a glimmer of hope.

He had thought perhaps a thousand years of slumber could ease Azhdaha's suffering, and one day, his old friend could return, and they might drink together again.

But today's brief reunion had shattered that hope.

A thousand years of sealing had not alleviated Azhdaha's erosion; it had magnified it tenfold.

Now, Azhdaha's true form had descended into madness. If it broke free, it would undoubtedly bring devastating vengeance upon Liyue.

Sealing was not a long-term solution; it merely postponed the problem for future generations to deal with.

The power of an Elemental Dragon King was simply too immense.

As Azhdaha had said, Morax, the Geo Archon, had lived for over six millennia. How much longer could he endure?

Would future generations possess the strength to confront Azhdaha? If not, Liyue would face catastrophic destruction, and its civilization would crumble to ruin.

In that case, rather than leaving this burden to the future, it was better to address it while Morax was still here.

"If you believe death to be your best liberation, then how can I deny your wish?"

As he said this, Morax let out a long sigh, as though he had aged a thousand years in an instant.

Azhdaha's strength was formidable. Morax could not defeat him alone—he would need allies.

The most reliable solution was to divert the disaster to a neighboring nation, forcing their gods to intervene.

Suspended high in the air, Morax turned his gaze toward Mondstadt.

The Anemo Archon, Barbatos, spent most of his time slumbering and was known for his unreliability.

Next, he looked toward Sumeru.

The Dendro Archon, the Little Lucky Clover King, had only ruled for five centuries. Her divine power was weak, and she was still imprisoned by the Akademiya, rendering her incapable of offering aid.

Finally, his gaze turned to Fontaine.

Earlier, Azhdaha had mentioned sensing unusual disturbances from the seabed northwest of Liyue, as though something was about to emerge.

It was this unrest in Fontaine's waters that had resonated with the earth, disturbing the ley lines and waking Azhdaha.

The northwest of Liyue was indeed Fontaine's sea territory.

Based on prior reports from Fontaine, the disturbances Azhdaha had mentioned were likely signs of the Primordial Sea's imminent eruption.

"I've heard that Fontaine's Hydro Archon, Focalors, has recently demonstrated extraordinary strength."

Morax's eyes narrowed, a calculating glint flickering within.

"If Azhdaha breaks free from his seal, the resulting earthquakes will certainly disrupt the ocean's balance and intensify the instability of the Primordial Sea."

"By that logic, the Hydro Archon, Focalors, seems like the best candidate for this task."

Morax spoke these words, making it clear that he had already decided to involve Furina in the matter.

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