Through the Mists of Shirikoro Peak

The fog swallowed everything. Even the sturdiest torchlight dimmed to a hazy smear, and the silence of Tsurumi Island felt heavier than stone. A lone traveler adjusted their grip on a bow, Electro energy crackling along the arrow’s shaft. This was Into the Perilous Labyrinth of Fog, and at Shirikoro Peak, the quest to find the perches had begun.

The path to the perch wasn’t hidden—it was guarded. Not by monsters, but by the fog itself. Every few steps, the traveler had to fire a Charged Shot at a Stormstone, those eerie blue rocks humming with Electro. A single hit made the fog retreat, painting the world in clarity for precious seconds. Miss it, and the white blindness would creep back, pulling the unwary into a lost wandering. Fischl’s summoned Oz was a lively companion, but the real gift was her bow; no need to close distance, just aim, shoot, and keep moving. Up the slope, past scattered ruins, the perch came into view like a promise. But promises in Inazuma always had a cost.

They touched the perch, and three feathers scattered. The first was within reach, but the other two… vanished behind a locked door, sealed by mechanisms clever and cold. The traveler knelt by the drained basin—no, not drained. The water still stood, reflecting the statues of three silent Seelie, their empty sockets laughing at the sky. To drain the water, three small spirits had to be guided home.

Here is what you must know:

🔹 Use Elemental Sight to trace the glowing trails.

🔹 The first Seelie lingers near the perch, almost too eager.

🔹 The second rests atop a broken pillar, shy but visible.

🔹 The third glides a little farther, behind rubble that only a Claymore or Geo blast can shatter.

One by one they drifted back, and the water gurgled away into the dark. Now the feathers lay exposed, but the door remained sealed—its puzzle a set of relays and conductive stones. The solution came not from brute force, but from patience: activating the stones in a precise order so that the Electro current flowed unbroken. A chain of sparks, and the door groaned open.

Beyond it waited a Ruin Guard, ancient and grinding. The fight was a blur of dodges and crackling arrows, and when the machine fell, the path descended into deeper ruins. Water again. Seelies again. This time the third spirit hid behind a wall of breakable rock—a whisper only a Geo Traveler or a claymore wielder could heed. The water drained once more, revealing a final door, its puzzle a labyrinth of connections, more intricate than before. The traveler remembered the pattern: two relays close, one far, and the order had to be exact.

A second video guide, shared by pioneers of that fog-choked year, helped countless adventurers see the right sequence. And as the last feather was gathered, the perch accepted the offering, and the mist… did not lift. Not completely. But the quest was done. Even now, years later, when a Traveler returns to Tsurumi Island with new companions and sharper blades, the puzzles of Shirikoro Peak still whisper of that careful dance between fog and light.

Few things in Teyvat age as gracefully as a well-crafted puzzle. The water drains, the doors unlock, but the memory of solving them for the first time—fingers tense, heartbeat steady—remains unchanged. And for those who have yet to brave the labyrinth, take heart: Electro bow in hand, a little patience, and the Seelies will show the way.