I take a deep breath before the next memory fully settles around us. Slow, deliberate, dramatic. If you are about to step into another catastrophic fragment of a former Fatui Harbinger's life, proper breathing technique is important. Extremely important, actually.
When you are about to witness historical trauma mixed with morally questionable science and divine-level bad decisions, you want your lungs operating at peak efficiency. Also, if you pass out before the disaster even begins, the narrative pacing suffers terribly and everyone judges you.
The air carries the scent of metal, dust, and distant machinery. Familiar. Uncomfortable. Suspiciously Sumeru.
I inhale again and grin, stretching my shoulders as if warming up before a sporting event instead of what is almost certainly another emotionally devastating historical playback.
"Ahh," I say happily. "Fresh scent of danger and chaos. My favorite."
I inhale again for emphasis, as if confirming my earlier professional assessment.
"Yep," I add thoughtfully. "Definitely danger. Definitely chaos. Also possibly rust, industrial lubricant, and the lingering smell of questionable research ethics."
Lumine immediately pinches the bridge of her nose like a woman mentally reviewing every life decision that somehow resulted in standing beside me during this exact moment.
"My favorite," I repeat helpfully, because repetition is important for clarity.
She exhales slowly, the way someone does when they are deciding whether pushing a person off a cliff might technically count as self-defense.
"Yes," Lumine says flatly. "You've made that very clear."
Paimon spins in the air in visible frustration. "You cannot possibly enjoy this!"
"I absolutely can," I reply without hesitation. "Some people enjoy calm environments. Some people enjoy relaxing vacations and peaceful scenery. I enjoy catastrophic memory reconstruction, morally questionable science experiments, and the looming possibility that someone here is about to attempt godhood with equipment that clearly violates several safety regulations."
Paimon stares at me.
"That is NOT a hobby!"
Nilou stands beside Lumine with her usual gentle composure, Greg still perched comfortably on her shoulder like a tiny pink supervisor overseeing our collective stupidity. She tilts her head slightly, watching me with quiet curiosity the way someone observes a particularly unusual species of bird.
"I believe what he means," she says softly, "is that he enjoys being reckless."
"Incorrect," I answer proudly. "I enjoy being right in dangerous situations."
Greg flicks his tail in immediate disagreement.
Traitor.
Nilou giggles quietly and reaches up to scratch under Greg's chin. The lizard relaxes instantly, looking pleased with life in a way that suggests he has already chosen his favorite parent.
I narrow my eyes at him.
"Oh sure," I mutter. "When Nilou pets you it's adorable. But when I try to carry you it's suddenly 'Shigeru stop,' 'Shigeru no,' 'Shigeru the lizard is not a weapon.'"
Greg stares at me with the emotional detachment of a creature who has completely accepted that I am not to be trusted with important responsibilities.
Lumine crosses her arms. "He has good instincts."
Paimon floats closer to Lumine and whispers loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Why is he arguing with the lizard again?"
"Because the lizard wins most of the time," Lumine answers calmly.
I place a hand dramatically over my chest.
"That is slander. Greg and I have a healthy competitive friendship."
Greg slowly turns his head away from me.
Lumine nods once. "See?"
Betrayal. Absolute betrayal.
The memory finally stabilizes around us. Tall stone walls rise into shadow above massive machines humming with steady mechanical rhythm.
Cold light spills across the chamber while towering devices pulse with restrained energy, creating the uncomfortable impression that someone decided industrial engineering and divine ambition should share the same workspace.
The sound alone makes my survival instincts twitch.
Unfortunately my curiosity is stronger than my survival instincts, which is a terrible personality trait but extremely useful for storytelling.
Paimon slowly turns in the air, eyes widening. "Looks like we've arrived in Sumeru!"
She spins again to take in the massive machinery surrounding us before suddenly freezing mid-air.
"Uh… is that…?"
Figures begin appearing within the reconstructed memory. Several Akademiya researchers stand around an enormous device pulsing with unfamiliar energy. One of them steps forward and speaks with clinical calm.
"Considering that Amurta's sage, Naphis, refused to join this project, I will take part in the experiment in his place."
A second voice answers.
Smooth. Controlled. Horribly familiar.
"Welcome," the man says pleasantly. "I look forward to a fruitful collaboration."
I lean slightly toward Lumine and whisper loudly enough for everyone to hear.
"Oh great. The creepy science uncle is here."
Greg flicks his tail twice.
Accurate assessment confirmed.
Wanderer's expression tightens immediately. "…Him."
Yes.
Him.
The Doctor.
Even as a memory he somehow makes the entire room feel colder, which is honestly impressive. Most villains require physical presence to create an unsettling atmosphere. This man apparently achieves it through recorded historical footage.
Across from him stands the younger Balladeer, arms folded and expression already halfway to violence.
"…Hmph."
He steps forward impatiently. "When do we start?"
The Doctor tilts his head with unsettling amusement. "You seem impatient. Becoming a god is far from a trivial affair."
I whisper toward Lumine again.
"Translation. Please sit still while we perform extremely suspicious science."
Lumine quietly elbows me.
Deserved.
Another figure steps forward—Azar. His voice carries the smug certainty of someone convinced he is shaping history rather than standing directly in front of a disaster waiting to happen.
"The biological transformation will take considerable time," he explains. "Therefore I recommend we begin immediately. If the connection succeeds, his body will become permanently bound to the machine. He will be unable to move independently."
I blink.
Then slowly turn to Lumine.
"Ah yes," I whisper. "Nothing concerning about that sentence. Completely normal project description. Definitely the kind of thing responsible researchers say before creating an artificial god."
Paimon grabs her head. "Why do villains always explain horrible plans like they're reading a recipe!"
Balladeer does not react.
"Nothing worse than what I've been through before," he says calmly, glancing at the Doctor. "Right?"
The Doctor chuckles.
I physically shudder and fold my arms.
"Yeah," I mutter under my breath. "Nothing suspicious about a guy laughing while discussing human experimentation. Totally normal workplace conversation."
Greg taps Nilou's shoulder with his tail.
Nilou gently scratches his chin again.
Greg looks very satisfied with this arrangement.
The Doctor continues speaking as though discussing weather.
"You were the most resilient test subject I ever encountered. Thanks to you I gathered a great deal of information."
He sighs lightly. "Unfortunately you were later ordered to remain in the Abyss. We rarely saw each other again, which made refining my research difficult."
Balladeer smirks.
"That was gracefully worded. Ever wonder what people would think if they realized nothing matters to you except your insane experiments?"
The Doctor's gaze sharpens.
"I suggest you speak to me more respectfully, Scaramouche. Your usefulness does not make you indestructible."
I lean toward Lumine again.
"…He says that like a man who definitely has backup clones somewhere."
Lumine slowly nods.
"Knowing him, that might not even be a joke."
Paimon shivers dramatically. "Paimon suddenly wants to leave this memory."
The scene slowly dissolves and the oppressive tension fades with it. The machines blur and vanish, the researchers disappear, and the Doctor's presence finally dissolves into fading light. The air immediately feels warmer, like the memory itself is relieved that he is gone.
Paimon drifts closer to Lumine. "…The Doctor again. That was uncomfortable to watch."
Wanderer folds his arms tighter. "That person radiates something sinister."
Lumine nods once. "He's the Doctor. He is responsible for much of what happened."
Paimon shivers dramatically. "Of course he gives you the creeps! He scares the bejeebers out of Paimon!"
I nod sagely. "See? Even emergency food recognizes peak villain energy."
Paimon gasps. "Paimon is NOT emergency food!"
"Emergency dessert then," I suggest helpfully.
Greg flicks his tail approvingly.
Nahida's voice echoes gently through the memory domain.
"Let's move on."
Ahead of us the green teleporter glows softly.
I point at it.
"Alright team. Next stop: more emotional damage."
Paimon groans loudly. "Paimon hates how accurate that sounds."
Lumine sighs heavily. "You are enjoying this too much."
"Incorrect," I reply. "I am professionally invested in the chaos."
Before we step through, Wanderer suddenly stops.
He looks toward Nahida.
"You are a god," he says quietly. "Do you think I am evil?"
The question hangs in the air.
Even my brain stops making jokes for several seconds, which is honestly impressive.
Nahida answers with gentle certainty.
"If you accept that he is you, just as you are you… then yes. You are evil."
No cruelty. Just truth.
Wanderer lowers his gaze slightly, then asks another question.
"In your eyes, is there any difference between humans and puppets?"
Nahida replies calmly. "Do you believe there is a difference between your present self and your previous or future selves? If not, then what difference exists between humans and puppets?"
Her voice softens.
"Anyone who has tasted the joys and sorrows of life is human. Anyone who has loved and lost, cried in grief, or howled in rage at the tragedy of death that eclipses the miracle of life… they are human as well."
Wanderer remains silent for several seconds before finally speaking.
"I have seen enough of my past. If possible, I would like to reclaim the sins that belong to me. No matter the consequences, I will not run from blame."
Paimon nearly drops from the air. "Wait—what!?"
"Whatever punishment I deserve," he continues quietly, "let it come."
Lumine shifts slightly beside me, even she looking uncertain.
"…Are you saying…?" Paimon asks.
Wanderer looks directly at Nahida. "Can you return my memories?"
Paimon panics instantly. "But wouldn't that erase who you are now!?"
Wanderer shakes his head slowly. "Human lives follow rules. Each person is shaped by their past experiences. As a puppet living in the human world… my life should follow the same rules."
Nahida's voice carries concern. "Regaining your memories means returning completely to your previous incarnation. All the emotions you discarded will return. Are you certain?"
Wanderer closes his eyes briefly.
"I have lived my entire life with a void in my chest. My creator had no need for me, and since the moment I awakened I have simply wandered from place to place."
Then he looks at all of us.
"But meeting you made me realize something. Reclaiming those sins might be the only way to become my true self."
Beside me, Lumine murmurs quietly about Rukkhadevata's words and the impossibility of truly erasing oneself.
I lean closer and whisper, "You're right, blondie. Totally spot on."
She glances at me with half irritation.
"Stop calling me that."
"Never."
Greg flicks his tail like a tiny judge approving the nickname.
Wanderer continues speaking.
"I have always felt an urge to search for something deeper than most people do. Even while wandering as a shugenja I never understood it. Now I see that perhaps I created this curse myself."
He lowers his head slightly.
"So I ask you… give me the opportunity to change my destiny. To end my wandering."
Nahida remains silent for a moment before answering.
"Very well. If your mind is truly made up… I will return to you that which belongs to you."
Energy begins gathering in the memory domain, the air vibrating softly as light swirls around Wanderer like the first signs of a rising storm.
I exhale slowly.
"Well," I mutter while glancing at him.
"Here we go."
Then I grin.
"Let's welcome the gremlin hat guy back."
I pause thoughtfully.
"…I'm going to miss this polite version."
Greg flicks his tail in quiet agreement.
Lumine sighs.
Nilou laughs softly.
And somewhere deep inside the memory domain, the storm begins to wake.
***
The moment Nahida returned Wanderer's memories, something inside the domain snapped.
Not metaphorically.
I mean the kind of snap where reality itself makes a sound like someone just kicked a massive glass window.
Wanderer staggered forward and clutched his head with both hands. His breathing turned uneven as memories crashed into him one after another—Kabukimono, Tatarasuna, the Fatui, the experiments, the god project, the machine, the hatred, the loneliness.
Every version of him was colliding at once.
I watched him sway and scratched the side of my head while mentally filing the situation under "yeah that's a lot of trauma."
"Damn," I muttered thoughtfully. "Trauma dumping really hit him hard."
Paimon whipped around toward me so fast she nearly spun like a top.
"This is NOT the time to be chill!"
"I'm not chill," I replied calmly. "I'm observing."
"You're leaning!"
"I lean when I observe."
Lumine narrowed her eyes at me.
"You are absolutely chill."
"I'm professionally calm," I corrected. "Big difference."
Nilou sighed softly beside us, though the small smile on her lips said she had already accepted the situation. Greg sat on her shoulder like a pink statue of judgment, his golden eyes fixed on Wanderer as if calculating how bad this was about to get.
Meanwhile Wanderer's voice came out fractured.
"This is… my…"
He couldn't finish the sentence.
The domain suddenly trembled.
The ground cracked open with a thunderous boom.
A massive mechanical arm burst through the fog.
For a moment none of us spoke. The massive shape continued unfolding from the swirling storm of memories, lightning crawling across metal limbs that were far too large for comfort.
I froze.
Then snapped my fingers.
"Oh shoot!" I shouted. "I forgot about this guy!"
Paimon shrieked so loudly the echo bounced around the memory domain.
"NO WAY!"
The Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom—Shouki no Kami—unfolded again from the storm of memories, lightning crackling across its massive frame as if the entire machine had been dragged out of Wanderer's past by force.
For a brief moment I just stared at it.
Then I slowly rubbed my chin.
"Yep," I said. "That's definitely the giant trauma robot."
"WHY ARE YOU SAYING IT LIKE YOU JUST REMEMBERED A GROCERY ITEM!?" Paimon yelled.
"In my defense," I said while pointing upward at the massive puppet, "today has been very busy."
Greg reacted instantly.
The tiny lizard leapt from Nilou's shoulder and expanded mid-air, scales lengthening and wings erupting outward as he transformed into his massive serpent dragon form. He slammed into the ground between us and the puppet with a roar that shook the domain, wind blasting across the battlefield.
Paimon nearly spun out of the air.
Greg's golden eyes turned toward me.
"Master," Greg rumbled irritably, "you should stop forgetting important scenarios like this."
"In my defense," I said while jumping onto his back, "there have been a LOT of traumatic flashbacks today."
Greg exhaled a thin stream of smoke.
"That is not a valid excuse."
Nilou drew her blade with calm elegance and stepped beside Lumine. Even in the middle of a collapsing memory domain and a resurrected mechanical god puppet, the two of them looked completely composed.
They exchanged a glance.
Then nodded.
Synchronization achieved.
"Ready?" Lumine asked.
Nilou smiled gently.
"Always."
The puppet fired first.
The Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom did not merely attack.
It erupted.
Lightning detonated across its body as every limb shifted into motion. The massive mechanical frame surged forward with frightening speed for something that large, the entire battlefield shaking beneath each step.
A slab of stone tore loose from the ceiling and hurtled toward Wanderer.
Lumine moved before anyone else even processed the danger. Her sword flashed upward in a precise arc and the stone shattered into glittering fragments that rained harmlessly across the floor.
"Stay focused!" Lumine shouted.
Nilou stepped forward beside her, water already spiraling along the edge of her blade like a living ribbon.
"I'll control the lower joints," she said calmly. "Lumine, the right side is weakening."
"Got it."
Paimon hovered beside Wanderer, panicking and flapping her arms like a very stressed emergency balloon.
"Hey! Are you done yet!? Your giant trauma robot is trying to kill us again!"
I blocked a bolt of lightning with Haran and slid backward across the floor.
"Give emo hat a minute!" I yelled. "Processing trauma is a delicate process!"
The puppet responded by charging an enormous Electro beam directly in its chest.
I blinked slowly.
"Oh," I muttered.
"That's new."
Greg surged upward in a violent coil of muscle, launching into the air like a storm serpent rising from the ocean.
"Incoming annihilation beam," Greg warned dryly.
"Fantastic," I said. "Love those."
Nilou moved first.
Her feet barely touched the ground as she slid beneath the puppet's massive hovering torso, Hydro currents flowing beneath her steps like a moving river. Lumine followed immediately, lightning dancing along her blade as she dashed across Nilou's water trail.
"Left arm joint!" Lumine called.
"Breaking it," Nilou answered.
Their blades struck in perfect rhythm against the lower mechanical frame that suspended the puppet's body.
Hydro surged.
Electro detonated.
The puppet's lower armature sparked violently as the combined elemental reaction blasted across its armor.
Meanwhile I launched myself off Greg's back.
A massive Geo claymore formed beneath my feet and I rode it forward like a completely irresponsible wuxia protagonist who had absolutely no regard for gravity.
"WOOOOOO!"
"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS!?" Paimon screamed.
"STYLE POINTS!" I yelled back.
Mid-flight I pulled out Thundering Pulse and unleashed a storm of arrows. Electro lightning slammed into the puppet's chest while Dendro vines erupted across its arms, binding the joints as Anemo tore through the smoke like invisible blades.
The puppet retaliated instantly.
One colossal arm swung toward me like a collapsing tower.
I ran straight up it.
Obviously.
My boots hammered against the metal plating as I sprinted along the mechanical limb. Haran Gepaku Futsu appeared in my hand mid-stride and I carved glowing arcs across the armor.
"THIS IS WHY I TRAVEL!" I shouted joyfully.
Below me Lumine launched upward, using Nilou's Hydro current as a springboard. Her sword crashed into the puppet's elbow joint with a thunderous impact.
"Right arm destabilizing!" Lumine shouted.
"Then let's remove it," Nilou replied.
She spun gracefully, sending a spiraling surge of water that wrapped around the puppet's arm. Lumine's lightning followed immediately, exploding the trapped joint in a brilliant flash.
The puppet roared as sparks burst across its torso.
Greg dove from above like a falling meteor and unleashed a massive torrent of Pyro and Geo energy that slammed into the puppet's chest and forced it backward several meters.
The battlefield dissolved into complete chaos.
Metal shrieked.
Lightning exploded.
Stone shattered beneath our feet.
I slid down the puppet's arm, kicked off its shoulder, and flipped through the air while firing another volley of elemental arrows.
Behind me Lumine and Nilou moved like twin blades of light, their coordination so seamless it almost looked choreographed. Nilou's flowing Hydro currents lifted Lumine higher while Lumine's lightning detonated through Nilou's strikes with explosive precision.
Even Paimon started shouting tactical advice.
"LEFT SIDE! WATCH THE LEFT SIDE!"
The puppet opened its chest again.
Energy surged violently.
A second beam began charging—far stronger than the first.
"Oh that's not good," I muttered.
"That's REALLY not good," Paimon squeaked.
Inside his mind Wanderer finally reached the light.
His voice echoed across the collapsing memory domain.
"All worthless dross will be purged."
The puppet fired.
The beam screamed toward us like a collapsing star.
"THIS WON'T BE THE END!"
Wind exploded across the battlefield.
The beam split apart mid-flight as a violent surge of Anemo tore through it.
I landed and grinned.
Wanderer stood in front of us.
An Anemo Vision floated before him.
"FINALLY!" I shouted. "Time to join the fight, Mr. Emo!"
I pointed dramatically at the puppet.
"I could solo this guy," I added honestly, "but your exposure is needed."
Paimon gasped loudly.
"Balladeer!?"
Wanderer snatched the Vision from the air.
A dangerous grin spread across his face.
"Die."
And the gremlin returned.
Wind detonated outward from his body as he launched into the air. Razor-sharp Anemo blades spiraled outward, carving massive gouges into the puppet's armor.
"ABOUT TIME," Lumine said.
Nilou laughed softly.
"Welcome back."
The puppet retaliated violently, multiple arms slamming toward us simultaneously. Lumine slid beneath one strike while Nilou redirected another with a burst of Hydro that deflected the impact and sent water spraying across the battlefield.
"Greg!" I yelled.
The serpent dragon dove low and I jumped back onto his back as we surged upward again.
"Yo Greg," I said.
"Special move?"
Greg glanced down.
"Special move."
"NO," Paimon screamed. "NOT THE SPECIAL MOVE AGAIN!"
Greg opened his jaws and unleashed a colossal beam of Pyro and Geo energy.
I jumped directly into it.
Naturally.
The energy surged through my body like a living storm. Anemo, Geo, Electro, and Dendro erupted simultaneously, spiraling through my sword as the power condensed into a single catastrophic strike.
I pointed my blade toward Wanderer.
"YO EMO HAT!"
"WITH ME!"
Wanderer smirked.
Wind erupted around him as he unleashed his Anemo burst.
Below us Lumine and Nilou struck upward at the same moment, their blades flashing in perfect harmony as Hydro currents and lightning spiraled together beneath the rising storm.
Hydro.
Electro.
Anemo.
Geo.
Dendro.
Every element collided.
I swung my sword.
The combined attack tore straight through the puppet's core.
The Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom staggered violently.
But it didn't fall.
For a moment the giant machine trembled in place, sparks erupting across its shattered frame as if it refused to accept defeat.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?" Paimon yelled.
The puppet roared and tried to stand again, broken limbs grinding against cracked armor.
"Persistent," Wanderer muttered coldly as he rose into the air again, wind spiraling violently around him.
"Allow me."
The storm around him intensified.
His expression hardened into something sharp and merciless.
"Imbecile," he said quietly.
"Get out of my sight."
A final storm of Anemo blades detonated through the puppet's shattered core.
The giant machine finally collapsed, its body breaking apart into fragments of fading light that dissolved into the memory domain like falling stars.
For a moment, no one spoke.
The battlefield slowly settled as the last sparks faded from the air.
Paimon blinked several times.
"…It disappeared… Did we win?"
Greg shrank back into lizard form and hopped onto Nilou's shoulder like nothing unusual had just happened. He flicked his tail once, clearly satisfied with the outcome.
Wanderer crossed his arms.
"What did you expect?" he said smugly. "I'd never lose to that."
Paimon squinted at him suspiciously.
"Yep," she muttered. "That attitude is definitely back."
Then she pointed accusingly.
"But that thing was literally YOU earlier! Why are you acting smug!?"
Wanderer shrugged with complete indifference.
"I'm harsh on myself and everyone else. That's just how I am."
Lumine stepped forward calmly, brushing dust from her sleeve.
"Now that your memories are back," she said quietly, "the past will catch up with you."
Wanderer laughed under his breath.
"You sound concerned."
He shook his head.
"Don't worry. Thanks to you, even if nothing changed… at least I know the truth now."
Nahida's voice echoed gently through the fading domain.
"The memory recovery was successful. This dream has served its purpose."
Wanderer turned toward the exit.
"Let's continue this outside."
I stretched my arms behind my head as we began walking toward the fading light.
"Not bad," I said casually. "A little easier than when I soloed that thing before, but fighting together was pretty fun. Teamwork makes the catastrophic dream sequence much more enjoyable."
Nilou laughed softly and wrapped her arm around mine.
Lumine narrowed her eyes for exactly half a second before grabbing my other arm with quiet determination.
Competition detected.
I grinned.
"Yeah yeah," I said happily. "Love you both."
Then I glanced back at Wanderer.
"Let's go before emo hat gets jealous," I added. "He doesn't have any girls to console his emo heart."
Wanderer scoffed loudly behind us.
Paimon sighed like a tired supervisor who had long since accepted this chaos.
Greg flicked his tail in universal judgment.
___________________
End of Chapter 170
Quests Completed:
*Allowed Shigeru to explain the entire situation in the least professional way possible while still somehow being completely correct.
*Witnessed the moment Wanderer chose to reclaim every sin he once tried to erase. Emotional stability of the entire team dropped to critical levels.
*Observed a complete mental collision between Kabukimono, Balladeer, and Wanderer as Nahida returned the memories sealed inside Irminsul.
*Survived the sudden reappearance of Shouki no Kami, also known as the giant trauma robot nobody asked to fight again.
*Activated full team combat mode featuring Lumine's lightning precision, Nilou's graceful Hydro control, Greg's catastrophic dragon beam, and Shigeru's completely unnecessary aerial sword surfing.
*Successfully synchronized a five-element coordinated attack that shattered the mechanical god's core and ended the collapsing memory domain.
*Witnessed Wanderer accept the truth of his past without running from it, proving that even the most dramatic gremlin can evolve.
*Confirmed that the polite version of Wanderer lasted approximately fifteen minutes before the sarcasm update fully reinstalled.
Rewards:
*Adventure EXP +6,500
*30,000 Mora (Turns out defeating your own trauma robot pays surprisingly well.)
*Companionship EXP: +550 (Lumine, Nilou, Paimon, Greg, Wanderer)
*"Anemo Vision Fragment" : (A trace of the moment Wanderer accepted the storm inside himself. The wind still hums faintly.)
*"Shouki no Kami Core Shard" : (A broken fragment of the mechanical god that once housed a puppet's rage.)
*"Irminsul Memory Bloom" : (A glowing green petal formed from recovered memories. Warm, but heavy.)
*"Greg's Special Move Approval" : (A rare tail flick of approval from Greg. Restores morale by 10 points.)
*"Nilou's Battle Grace" : (A flowing Hydro imprint that increases team synchronization during combat.)
*"Lumine's Lightning Sync" : (A spark of Electro resonance that boosts reaction damage when allies coordinate attacks.)
*"Paimon's Tactical Panic" : (A loud warning system that activates when something extremely dangerous appears.)
*"Wanderer's Returning Storm" : (A faint swirl of Anemo energy that grows stronger whenever someone refuses to run from their past.)
*+25 (Sumeru Reputation — "Witness of Irminsul")
Achievements Unlocked:
"Gremlin, Restored"
-Observe the return of the Wanderer's memories and the chaotic rebirth of the infamous hat-wearing menace. The polite version disappears as the storm inside him awakens once more, sharper and far more honest than before.