Countless fragments of memory came flooding in, and a haze shrouded everyone's eyes.
Space itself pulsed, then shattered and inverted, trillions of facets simultaneously reflecting every forgotten moment in the universe.
A warrior raised a greatbow high, its arrow like a meteor as it relentlessly pursued an enemy; a Swarm that blotted out the sky; an infant's cries and uninhibited laughter...
Fragments of memory flickered before the summoners' eyes, eventually becoming too fast to distinguish.
These did not belong to any one person, but to this universe itself—slices of time stretching from antiquity to the present.
Countless inverted yet tightly connected words echoed in Cyrene's ears, as though they were telling her something.
The next moment, the god's body began to tremble.
It was neither fear nor resistance, but a more ancient resonance—hundreds of millions of mirror fragments were pierced by memories vibrating at the same frequency in the same instant.
At first, only the edges of the fragments glimmered with a warm, faint light that did not belong to Fuli's inorganic radiance. Then, the first face emerged.
It was a young girl's face, imprinted upon the first shard of mirror. Her eyes were clear, filled with the curiosity and fearlessness of someone witnessing the birth of the world for the first time.
Then, the shard beside it reflected a second face—similar, but sorrowful, with a ritual sword in her hand and its tip pointed at herself. She seemed to be making some difficult choice.
The third, the fourth, the hundredth, the ten-thousandth...
Like a stone dropped into a lake of memories, ripples spread and multiplied wildly across the mirror god's body at an unimaginable speed.
Every fragment shone and reflected. Those were Cyrene's faces—thirty million reincarnations, thirty million versions of "her," every breath, every opening of her eyes, every