An age of gods and monsters (смешанная)

“—I’ll do anything, Zhongli!” Childe cries. “So please, if you have ever loved me, give me the power to fix this!”
He pulls Zhongli onto his lap, back flushed against his chest. When he buries his tear-streaked face into the curve of Zhongli’s shoulder, he still smells like glaze lilies and incense. So incongruent with the acrid stench of the battlefield.
“...Ajax…”
Childe pulls back to see the last vestiges of gold swirl in the Archon’s exhausted eyes.
“Go with my blessings.”
When Liyue faces an inevitable catastrophe, Childe finds himself back in the past to retrieve the Gnosis that Zhongli has lost. Perhaps if he returns to the present with it, both Liyue and its Archon can be saved.