"At this time in the past, while you were sleeping with your injuries, I came here alone."
"And then?"
"Just like now, everywhere I looked was ruins and scorched earth... Not a single cherry blossom in sight..."
"Is that so? I don't think so. Look over there."
"That is..."
"Probably the last remaining cherry tree in the Far East. It seems our struggle has not reached a dead end yet, hasn't it?"
"...Feng, are you really as optimistic inside as you say you are?"
"...Yaksha's ability to sense emotions really is troublesome..."
"These cherry blossoms may disappear again soon... Just like our second struggle against Honkai. Even though we already knew everything that would happen, in the end... humanity was still driven into this situation."
"Try to be more optimistic, Sakura. At least we changed the tragedy of the binding. Ling is still alive and well. The Fallen Angel and the Flame-Chasers will face the final Herrscher together. Humanity has not failed, and it will not fail."
"But... Feng, after things have come this far, have we really changed anything? Can the final outcome truly be changed?"
The young man did not answer her question. He merely walked beneath the cherry tree and placed his hand on its trunk. Wrapped in Honkai Energy, she watched the cherry tree's time gradually reverse until it finally became a seed that fell into the young man's hand.
He walked over to her, placed the seed in her palm, and said, "Perhaps this time, we still cannot change the outcome of civilization sinking beneath the waves. A new era may be difficult for people of the old era like us to accept. The cherry blossoms of the new civilization may indeed differ from those of our current civilization... But people must always look ahead,