RNP Chapter 852 Version Preview Live (4)
Chapter 852 Version Preview Live (4)
(Missing character, to be added later)
After the voice actors of the gods offered their heartfelt thanks for the second anniversary, the next step was for all the voice actors of the characters to express their sincere gratitude for the second anniversary of Genshin Impact.
As the cutscene slowly faded, a familiar Dodo Ko communicator gracefully fell from the clear blue sky, landing quietly on the lush green grass. Accompanied by the crisp "Dodo—Dodo Ko—" sound, a piece of paper shimmering with light floated out from the activated communicator, as if carrying whispers and blessings from afar.
Immediately afterwards, the live stream room was filled with star power as voice actors took turns appearing, offering their most sincere blessings to every traveler and every passion with their familiar and warm voices. It was a sound feast belonging to Teyvat, an emotional resonance between characters and players that transcended dimensions. As the last voice actor finished speaking, this prelude filled with warmth and memories finally came to a close, and the live stream officially entered its climax.
As the screen went dark, the age-appropriate prompt "12+" quietly appeared, dignified and restrained.
Then, miHoYo's classic logo lit up in the silence, symbolizing the start of a brand new journey.
As darkness receded, a desolate and barren mountain landscape came into view. The wind swept across the jagged rocks and cracked earth, stirring up dust that traced lonely arcs in the air. Withered grass trembled in the wind, as if telling the forgotten stories of this land.
In the midst of this deathly silence, a deep and magnetic female voice rang out, like an echo from the depths of the desert: "When I was a child, every time I passed through here, I had the same question as you."
The camera then pans across the vast desert, slowly revealing its entirety—
The basin, with its churning yellow sand, resembles a gaping wound in the earth.
The deep valley where wild beasts lurk hides, concealing unknown dangers;
A dragon soared through the sky, its shadow sweeping across the boundless sea of sand. Below, only howling winds and yellow sand obscured the sun, and the entire world was filled with a suffocating silence and despair.
The woman's voice murmured again, carrying a philosophical question: "Can sandstorms be stopped by walls?"
After a brief pause, his voice grew heavy: "Only after growing up did I realize... that the sand barrier doesn't just keep out the wind and sand. What it truly rejects are people like us who 'shouldn't exist'."
The screen suddenly went dark, as if swallowing up all hope.
When it lit up again, a huge and mysterious technological hourglass stood majestically in the center of the desert, like a miracle. It soared into the clouds, blocking out the sun and cutting the sunlight into fragments, casting cold and solemn shadows.
At this moment, a steady middle-aged male voice slowly rang out, his tone containing a long-suppressed belief and determination: "We have waited for this day for far too long... and now, fate has finally handed this trump card against the Order of the Church to my hands."
Before the words were even finished, the camera zoomed in on the inside of the hourglass—
The dimly lit palace stretched out like a labyrinth, and the dilapidated corridors were marked by the passage of time.
The palace where the dead rest in peace is quiet and still, and the statues guarding the gods have cold, stern eyes.
The sophisticated technological device operates silently, emitting a faint yet steadfast blue light, as if it is still guarding an unfulfilled vow.
Just as everything seemed solemn and mysterious, a questioning female voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence: "Can the resurrection of the Crimson King really bring a turning point to Sumeru?"
Before a response could be received, another, calmer female voice followed, her tone carrying an undeniable denial: "Even if the Red King returns, he will not bring salvation... only war."
As these words were spoken, the scene shifted to the heart of the desert. Amidst ruins, a mature woman with wheat-colored skin and long, deep blue hair was surrounded by numerous enemies. Her expression was resolute, and a ghostly blue glow rose around her, like a flame burning in her soul.
She spoke slowly, her voice soft yet resolute:
"Nobody... really likes war."