Acculturation (Patreon)

"Take it to the big guy"
"Will the purity of the hydro archon be tainted after this?"

As Focalors, the already defiled Hydro Archon, found herself bound and captured by the Hilichurls, she couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. With her arms chained and her waist bound by a binding spell, her powers were rendered useless. She realized that her predicament had taken a much more serious turn.

The Hilichurls led her away from their camp, traversing the rugged terrain of Teyvat. Focalors could only observe the world passing her by, her bratty attitude now replaced with a growing concern about her fate.

Upon arriving at their destination, a massive Mitachurl, even more imposing than the Hilichurl Leader, awaited her. It was clear that her acculturation into the Hilichurl way of life was about to begin.

Mitachurl: (grunting and gesturing to Focalors) Hilichurlian translation: You, shiny lady! Mitachurl teach you!

Focalors: (nervous but defiant) I am Lady Furina, the Hydro Archon! You can't simply—

Before she could finish her sentence, the Mitachurl, with a strength that belied its size, hoisted Focalors onto its shoulder and carried her into a makeshift hut nearby.

Inside, Focalors would begin her unexpected journey of acculturation into the world of the Hilichurls. She couldn't help but wonder what this experience would entail and how it might change her perspective on justice and purity.