[Amber: Morax? Isn't that the god of Liyue?]
[Yanfei: Why do I have a bad feeling about this…]
[Gorou: And why does it sound like he's trying to flirt with him??]
[Arataki Itto: Hah! Big Arataki's gotta see this with his own eyes!]
[Venti: No—run! Don't look! That way lies madness!]
The video began slowly.
On screen appeared a massive, round-bellied dragon, standing upright on two legs. Its golden scales shimmered faintly in the dim light. The creature placed a claw on its chest, lifted its head toward the camera, and spoke with deep solemnity:
"Morax… please—look closely at me."
Then—he began to dance.
The mighty Azhdaha, once the ancient warlord of Geo, moved with… surprising grace. His heavy, plump frame swayed and twisted as he hummed:
"Mmm~ hmm~ hmm-hmm-hmm~♪"
Billions of viewers felt their screens quake beneath the visual impact.
[Arataki Itto: AAAAHHHH!! MY EYES! MY EYES!! WHO COULD SURVIVE THIS?!]
[Collei: I thought my childhood trauma was bad, but this… this is worse! (covers eyes)]
[Bennett: I agree! This is punishment—visual and spiritual! (double facepalm)]
[Fischl: Even I, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, did not foresee a dragon might outshine Mona's disgrace! Whose subordinate is this creature?!]
[Ganyu: He… he's Azhdaha. In the past, he was one of our Adepti's comrades…]
[Nahida: Wait, is he absorbing Dendro energy while dancing?!]
[Rosaria: The Geo Archon better start evacuating civilians right about now.]
[Kamisato Ayato: …why does that tune sound like Ayaka's practice song?]
[Ayaka: Brother! Stop! You'll doom us both! (hides behind fan)]
[Glory: …I'm so glad I can't see.]
[Paimon: But the stream goes straight into your mind!]
[Glory: Let me pretend, please! WAAAHHHH! (sobs hysterically)]
[Paimon: O-oh… sorry.]
[Lumine: Great. I was mute before, now I'm blind too!]
[Dori: Selling miracle eye drops! Only 10 million Mora per bottle—limited time offer!]
[Pantalone: Even I can't compete with that level of marketing…]
[Kaedehara Kazuha: My eyes… they've been struck by Musou no Hitotachi itself.]
[Beidou: Where's Baizhu?! Someone call Baizhu, quick!]
[Qiqi: His belly… so big… is he… having a baby? Do we… have coconut milk?]
[Hu Tao: Anyone who wants to die from this trauma, please head to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor! Buy one burial, get one free—bulk discounts available!]
The Kamisato Art: Senho of Azhdaha blinded millions that day.
Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
Hu Tao slapped Zhongli on the back in panic.
"Zhongli! You okay?! Say something!"
Across from her, Zhongli set his teacup down with trembling hands, coughing violently.
"Cough… cough—ghhk!"
Six thousand years of life experience—and yet nothing could have prepared him for this.
He'd witnessed gods fall, empires rise, dragons wage war…
But this—this was the most blasphemous, brain-melting scene he had ever seen.
He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart—his gnosis—ache.
"The erosion… it worsens…" he murmured bitterly.
"My old friend… what would you think, seeing yourself… like this?"
The Chasm – Underground Mines.
Deep beneath the stone, Azhdaha, in his human guise as Ajur, bellowed in fury:
"BASTARD!!! What—WHAT is this accursed video?!"
"The Mishearing Maniac! Show yourself! I'LL END YOU!!!"
His roar shook the cavern.
He, Azhdaha, ancient conqueror of Geo, once fought beside Morax to defend Liyue—
and now, he had become a meme.
He had spent days roaming the land, pouring out his resentment to mortals,
but the people of Liyue had simply shrugged him off.
Now, they would never take him seriously again.
Mention his name, and they would only picture—
that fat, dancing dragon.
"RAAAHHHH!!" Azhdaha clawed at the air. "I'll crawl through the screen if I must, and rip that man in two!"
Public Chatroom.
[Dongsheng: I'd trade anything for a pair of eyes that hasn't seen that video!]
[Chef Mao: Xiangling… you'll have to take over Wanmin Restaurant. I can't go on…]
[Xiangling: No, Dad! Don't give up! We'll get you treatment from Bubu Pharmacy!]
（VIP viewers could enter public streams, but not vice versa.）
[Uncle Tian: cough… I can feel my life force draining again…]
[Zhiyi: Uncle Tian! You've got to take care of yourself! @UncleTian]
[Soothsayer Tiantiezui: The mighty Azhdaha was once the embodiment of power, and you dare to make him a meme?! Aren't you afraid of his wrath, @The Mishearing Maniac?!]
[Huixin: Exactly! The Dragon King will never forgive this insult!]
[Mao Caigong: End him, Azhdaha! Tear that man apart!]
The people of Liyue were in an uproar.
Half were furious because their eyes were scarred for life.
The other half raged at Bai Hao's disrespect toward the gods and Adepti.
The other six nations, meanwhile, were just sitting back with popcorn.
[Eremite A: Hahaha! Now you Liyue people know how we from Sumeru felt yesterday!]
[Cyria: Good! Just don't touch our Sumeru heroes again and we're even!]
[Timaeus: Poor Liyue… your divine beast got turned into a joke.]
[Grace: If the Dvalin started dancing like that, I'd probably riot too…]
[Sister Gothlinde: As long as he doesn't target Barbatos or that drunken poet! And if I ever see you dancing that cow-wiggle in front of the Anemo Statue again, I swear I'll end you, @Venti!]
[Venti: Ehe~ (still smirking from the few thousand Mora he earned from the meme)]
[Cecilius: Got smacked by a Cryo Lawachurl earlier, and now I'm blind. Just kill me already.]
[Albert: I'm officially traumatized by these livestreams.]
[Fontaine Traveler: When's he gonna start roasting Inazuma and Mondstadt?]
[Kujou Takayuki: If he dares make fun of the Shogun, he'll face the full wrath of Musou no Hitotachi!]
And so, the world trembled—half in laughter, half in fear—
as Teyvat's most infamous creator continued to dig his own grave.