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A spine that holds up the sky.
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The true companion of the Anemo Archon never wavered in its desire to protect the land of wind.
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This unshakeable resolve sustained the wind dragon through its mortal battle against its vile nemesis.
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In olden times, the shadow dragon Durin, covetous of the peace Mondstadt enjoyed, came forth to defile the land.
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Durin's black wings blotted out the sky, releasing clouds of toxic fumes,
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So much so that even the thousand winds could not hold their pestilence and rot at bay,
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And thus fell black rain from the skies, the din of their downpour drowning the cries and groans of the people.
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The Anemo Archon was awakened by the sound of their agony, and his heart was pierced by their despair.
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So he summoned Dvalin to his side, and shrouding themselves in storm, they pierced through the poisoned skies.
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The great dragon plunged in with a cry, tearing a swathe through the noxious nimbus the shadow dragon had created.
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Following his wings came a great, swift whirlwind that destroyed those venomous clouds.
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Dvalin seized the poisonous dragon in his mighty claws, ascending to heights that even clouds could not fathom.
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The poisonous rain had scattered as the clouds had been left behind, and the burning skies became the dragons' battleground.
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At last the wind dragon's razor fangs pierced his foe's throat, and his great claws tore out its corrupted heart.
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The sinners' creation, filled with eternal regret, fell from the spotless skies and fell to ruin upon a snowy peak.
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That fierce battle in the distant skies had thus defended the people of the Anemo Archon.
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But at the moment of his triumph, the venomous ichor of his foe had flowed between his teeth and into his guts.
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The pain withered bone and marrow, and in his agony the great wind dragon curled up in the depths of an ancient ruin.
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...Nursing his wounds, Dvalin still believed that one day, he would be reawakened.
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He would again pierce the heavens, scatter the darkness, and sing to the sounds of the lyre of the Anemo Archon, his dear friend.
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