Lumine flew into Mondstadt's stormy sky, her Wind-Wind Fruit power protecting her from the chaos Stormterror caused below.
In stories she knew, she would have been swept into the storm, saved only by Barbatos' hidden help to push back the beast.
Now, with the wind under her control, she faced the dragon alone, her golden hair blowing as she flew up to meet it.
Stormterror's large eyes focused on her, its broken mind instantly seeing her as an enemy.
Its claws swiped through the air, a fierce attack that avoided the city below, though confusion showed in its eyes.
Lumine grinned, her body turning into wind and reappearing effortlessly out of its reach.
"This wind form is amazing," she thought, surprised by the power Harlan Flint's comics gave her.
From a hidden spot, Wendy—Barbatos in disguise—watched, a quiet "huh?" escaping him as he leaned forward. He had tracked Stormterror's rampage, ready to step in when it attacked Lumine, but he stopped when she changed form.
Her wind dodge surprised him, a move even he, Mondstadt's Anemo Archon, couldn't understand.
"Lumine's incredible—this is epic footage right from the start!" Paimon cheered, her camera on the aerial fight.
She stayed at a safe distance, her small hands steady as she recorded every part of the unfolding event.
Lumine's eyes narrowed, her sword untouched as she gathered the wind's power with a focused breath.
A strong wind started around her, the clouds in the sky tearing apart from the growing force of her will.
From the chaos, a huge cyan dragon formed, its hundred-meter coils making Stormterror look small.
She had shaped it to look like the dragon itself, a copy of its scales and anger to challenge its broken pride.
For a moment, two giants stared at each other across the sky, their similar forms stopping Mondstadt's fleeing people.
"What's happening—two dragons, and they look the same?" a merchant gasped, forgetting his goods as he stared up.
"The left is Stormterror, but the right is new—did that girl summon it?" a baker replied, his voice filled with awe.
"It's huge—I'd bet on it over the old beast," another said, the crowd buzzing as hope replaced fear.
At the Knights of Favonius headquarters, Jean looked up, her serious face softening with a hint of disbelief.
"Stormterror's attack was bad enough—now this?" she murmured, her hand tightening on her sword.
Lisa leaned in, her voice calm. "That's the traveler's doing, I'd guess—we'll get answers when she lands."
Jean nodded, her gaze staying on the cyan giant, trusting Lisa's idea as the storm continued above.
Stormterror tilted its head, a confused rumble coming from its throat as it faced its wind-made twin.
"Why is there another me—and bigger?" it seemed to wonder, its broken mind trying to understand the strange sight.
Wendy's jaw dropped, his divine senses feeling the cyan dragon's raw, powerful energy.
"This isn't just for show—it's a real force," he thought, surprised by the traveler's control over wind.
Her flight, her wind-form, and now this giant creation—Lumine's skills were beyond even his godly understanding.
Paimon squeaked, her camera shaking. "Two dragons, but Lumine's is the real star—go get 'em!"
She had heard Harlan talk about the Wind-Wind Fruit's power, but seeing it create this beast left her amazed.
Lumine gave a daring smile, her voice cutting through the wind. "Let's see how you like facing yourself—charge!"
The cyan dragon roared, a sound that shook Mondstadt's towers, its echo challenging the sky.
Stormterror replied with a fierce snarl, its wings beating as it lunged with desperate, ground-shaking fury.
The clash erupted with a loud boom, clouds parting to show a clear sky after their collision.
The cyan dragon disappeared into wisps, its job done, while Stormterror fled, beaten and howling into the distance.
Lumine breathed out, her control still new—she had only just gotten this power, but driving off a Guardian of the Four Winds felt like a big enough victory.
The storm faded, sunlight breaking through the dark clouds as Mondstadt's streets sighed in relief.
Lumine landed, her boots touching the stone as Paimon zipped down, still holding her camera tight.
"Got it all—calling this one How to Train Your Dragon," Paimon said, smiling at her first movie success.
Lumine tilted her head, confused. "How to Train Your Dragon—what's that about?"
She knew the camera was like a photo device, but Paimon's title made her curious.
Paimon smirked, a secret look in her eye. "It's a surprise—you'll love it when I show you later."
She imagined Lumine's reaction to the footage, a thrill that further fueled her Traveler's Journal dreams.