Genesis Vortex Heart.
As a proper Demigod, Yan Huan had long since earned the right to come and go as he pleased.
Now he crouched at the edge of the platform, staring at the distant stars that represented the Twelve Titans.
He sank into thought.
Senatos's and Cthulhu's Core Flames had returned to their places. Only two remained unlit.
Aegle's and Kephale's.
The Titans of the sky and the Negative World.
With the Nameless helping, the situation against the Black Tide still looked promising. There was no need to rush to collect the remaining Core Flames.
He still had time to think...
"Ugh, should I go after Aegle next or not?" Yan Huan couldn't decide.
The Titans weren't particularly strong. Yan Huan was confident he could take the Star Skiff into the sky, cut Aegle down on his own, and bring back the Core Flame.
But then only Kephale would remain.
Which meant the Chrysos Heirs could begin Re-Creation whenever they wanted.
And that... would make things even more dangerous.
"What are you hesitating about?" Dan Heng asked as he walked over.
"We're moving too fast. It's making me nervous." Yan Huan turned to him.
"Sure, everyone here will come back in the next cycle, but things might look very different then."
At least this time, the situation was still under control.
Once everything was reshuffled, Phainon might be the only ally left at the start, since he would retain his memories.
The twelve stars hung in the void, looking down over Genesis Vortex Heart.
Tribbie and her sisters had once said they symbolized this world's fate, pillars, living beings, and disasters.
Now ten of those Titans were dead, their Core Flames returned to the starting point of Genesis.
Strife, death, Years, Reason... Yan Huan had only taken part in