Tribbie, Trianne, Tining
Thirteen years old.
Only through various channels did you gain a rough understanding of this world's history.
Amphoreus had been created by the twelve Titans—three Titans of Fate, three Pillar Titans, three Creation Titans... followed by three Calamity Titans.
And the Black Tide, born beyond the horizon, was slowly devouring everything.
Years ago, Saintess Tyrisipio had inherited Janus's Core Flame and become Amphoreus's first demigod.
From then on, chosen ones with the Golden Bloodline began walking the world, inheriting the Titans' divine authority through trials.
At the cost of splitting herself apart, the Saintess spread the Creation Oracle far and wide. At first, only a handful listened, until Krydellah turned the oracle into laws and launched the first Journey of Chasing the Fire. Yet the oracle was exploited, sparking the bloody Golden War—countless heroes fell, and mortal blood flowed like rivers.
Although the first Journey of Chasing the Fire reclaimed some Core Flames, the horrific sacrifices caused it to end in failure. Now, Aglaea had taken up the burden and was gathering the Chrysos Heirs in preparation for the second Journey of Chasing the Fire...
Cipher lay sprawled across the table, listening until her head hurt. "Too complicated! Basically, some bad thing wants to destroy the world, and heroes are needed to save it, right?"
You nodded. "More or less."
"That tailor lady is really amazing." Cipher sighed. "She's clearly a demigod, yet she's willing to spend time with little thieves like us."
Fourteen years old.
Your reputation as chivalrous thieves grew louder and louder. You were no longer confined to Doloros; your targets had expanded to the surrounding city-states.
Every time you succeeded, you would go to Okhema to find Aglaea and trade your "spoils" for her textiles.
"Again?" Aglaea looked at the jewels you had