The air in Mondstadt Cathedral crackles with electricity as Venti's lyre snaps in half, the Archon himself frozen in fear. Every eye turns toward the source of the disturbance - a figure standing in the broken stained glass window, arms crossed over his chest as he surveys the room with cold disdain.

Huang Xing's golden gaze locks onto Jean first, the Acting Grand Master feeling her vision flicker as if struggling to maintain its power. "Disappointing," he murmurs, his voice carrying across the silent chamber without effort. "I expected more resistance from the so-called protectors of Teyvat."

Diluc grits his teeth, reaching for his claymore only to find his arm frozen mid-movement. "Who the hell are you?" he snarls, veins bulging with the effort to break free.

Huang Xing laughs - a low, dangerous sound that sends shivers down spines. He steps forward, gravity itself似乎 bending to allow him to glide across the floor until he stands directly in front of Jean. His fingers trace her jawline roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"I am your new god," he whispers, his thumb brushing her lower lip with deliberate slowness. "And you... you're going to be the first to learn what happens when mortals forget their place."

The cryo vision at Jean's hip explodes in a shower of ice crystals as his power overwhelms hers completely. "Kneel," he commands, his tone leaving no room for defiance.