The broadcast flared to life, its voice cutting through the stillness of Xander's Liyue abode.
"Teyvat's Second Creation Broadcast is live—greetings, dear viewers, under the moon's watch!" it sang.
Xander grinned, nestled in his chair, the night's quiet amplifying the screen's glow.
Liyue slumbered beyond, its lanterns dimmed, streets cloaked in shadow and calm.
The video launched with a chirpy declaration: "I caught a Pokémon!"—a girl's voice, bright and bold.
The scene opened above the clouds, a realm of endless azure stretching to the horizon.
Stone pillars rose like ancient sentinels, their weathered faces etched with time's passage.
The camera glided along a narrow path, winding toward a grand, ornate door.
Mortals might puzzle at this ethereal vista, a place beyond their grasp or ken.
Yet the Archons—Zhongli, Wendy, Raiden Shogun, and Lumine—knew it too well.
Sky Island loomed, seat of the Heavenly Principles, a dominion of celestial law.
Faruzan, Sustainer of Heavenly Principles, watched from the broadcast's virtual throng.
Her golden eyes narrowed, a flicker of unease creasing her divine brow.
Her own sanctum starred in this farce—what audacity drove this creation?
As a keeper of Teyvat's order, she wielded power to rend nations asunder.
Yet this broadcast eluded her, a mystery defying her probing gaze.
No trace, no thread—she, who'd faced Kanria's fall, found no footing here.
Her injuries from that ancient war gnawed still, a slow bleed of her strength.
Now this enigma taunted her, piling vexation atop her waning might.
She sighed inwardly—truly, the fates conspired to test her resolve.
The screen pressed on, heedless of godly woes, as the door swung wide.
Light spilled forth, bathing the view in a radiant, welcoming gleam.
Music erupted—fast, spirited, a melody woven with the thrill of the unknown.
"Through fire, grass, water, or forest deep," the lyrics danced, vivid and wild.
Klee flickered into view, a tiny arsonist torching Mondstadt's grassy slopes.
Flames licked the hills as she scampered, a gleeful sprite in chaos's wake.
Jean's stern pursuit followed, Klee ducking into tall grass to evade her grasp.
Next, she plunged from a cliff into Cider Lake, splashing with a carefree giggle.
Wings of Wind unfurled, gliding her into Whispering Woods—only to crash amid the trees.
"In earth, in clouds, in a maiden's skirt," the song trilled, ever more absurd.
Klee popped from a burrow, dust-caked like a mole, blinking in the sun.
She hopped atop an Anemo Slime, soaring skyward on its buoyant gusts.
A hand rummaged in her red skirt, pulling free a bouncing bomb with a grin.
"Hard, so hard, oh so very hard," the chorus chanted, relentless and bold.
"Must catch them all!" it urged, a rallying cry for her pint-sized quest.
"Get Pokémon!" it concluded, the screen zooming to Mondstadt's Knights' headquarters.
The confinement room's door loomed, its clock spinning in a frantic blur.
Klee burst free, a crimson blur racing toward Starfell Lake's shimmering edge.
Beneath Barbatos's statue, she lobbed bombs, fish erupting in watery plumes.
In Liyue, Thunder Slimes blocked her path—she blasted them sky-high with glee.
Jean: "Klee! Setting fires, frying fish at Cider Lake, and now slimes too?" she thundered.
Xander: "Relax, Captain—it's just a spoof; such a sweet kid wouldn't misbehave," he soothed.
Klee: "Um… Klee only snuck out to fry fish yesterday—no fires, honest!" she chirped.
Jean: "You what? You actually went fish-bombing?" she choked, incredulous.
Yae Miko: "What a darling—pity Inazuma's sealed, or I'd visit her myself," she mused.
"Wait—she seems familiar… why?" she pondered, a spark of recognition flaring.
Kujou Sara: "Oddly familiar—my wings ache just looking at her," she muttered.
Yoimiya: "A gunpowder prodigy! I'd love to swap notes with her someday," she beamed.
Granny Ping: "That girl's daughter—same face, same love for blasts," she reminisced.
Xingqiu: "Am I alone in wondering what 'Pokémon' means? Fish and slimes, maybe?" he queried.
Zhongli: "By universal reason, it does seem to imply explosive captures," he intoned.
The video rolled on, Klee's saga unfurling in bursts of whimsical havoc.
"Farewell, Mondstadt City," the song crooned, a bittersweet lilt in its tune.
Klee waved from the Knights' steps, crossing the bridge with a skip.
"I'm off on a journey with this friend—Pikachu!" she declared, voice brimming.
Fischl's Night Raven, Oz, swooped to her side, dubbed her first companion.
"Pikachu!" Oz squawked, a mimicry laced with electric zeal.
"Keep winning with practice," the lyrics urged, a anthem for her quest.
Oz unleashed a jolt, zapping foes—Klee's bomb triggered an overload blast.
Monsters scattered in sparks and smoke, her laughter ringing through.
"To the next town, new friends await," the song promised, horizons wide.
At Liyue's southern gate, Klee met Qiqi, her second ally in tow.
Fischl: "Hold—why's my noble Oz adventuring with another?" she protested.
Oz: "My lady, it's but a fabrication—I'm bound to your side," he assured.
Qiqi: "Huh? That's… me up there?" she blinked, slow and puzzled.
Xander watched, a smirk curling his lips as Teyvat's voices clamored.
Klee's tale spun on, a thread of joy he'd woven for her delight.
The Shadowfang Blade pulsed, a quiet cheer for the chaos unfolding.
Liyue's night held its breath, blind to the spark igniting its airwaves.
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