And yet, they do trust in something. The name Barbatos passes quiet-as-the-wind amongst their ranks, the name of a God who holds no power, who claims no throne, but who, they claim in quiet moments, walks amongst them. The wind goes where it pleases, and so do the people of the Wind, and the God of the Wind goes with them, not in front, but in their midst, as an equal.
And so, Mondstadt lives on in its people, and others start calling them the Free Folk, and the Heavenly Principles seethe and grind their teeth, because there were meant to be seven and a throne lies unclaimed and these wandering folk and their un-divine deity will have to do.
Mondstadt does not survive the Archon War, but its people outlast the heavens.