"In the past, golden threads mended our fractures."
"Some called them watchful eyes, tools of control, but no one could deny it... Aglaea stitched this city, and even this shattered world, back together!"
Grief filled Phainon's eyes.
"But now she's gone—yes, just as you've heard—"
"Aglaea, the Demigod who guarded the Holy City for a thousand years, has fallen!"
The crowd erupted in anger.
"They must be punished severely."
"To attack Lady Goldweaver in broad daylight is unforgivable."
"Fuck their mothers!!"
"Those shameless bastards, ngh~ aaaaah!!"
Phainon looked out at the furious crowd and spoke gravely:
"At first, I felt the same way you do."
"I wanted to stand here with you, condemn the criminals' atrocities, and decide how to hunt them down and bring punishment upon them..."
"But now, I've changed my mind."
"The Golden Threads throughout the city have vanished, yet I haven't seen anyone cheering to be free of their control."
"In the empty markets and the Bath Palace, I saw only one emotion—unease."
"Because everyone here knows that the last safeguard against the darkness in one another's hearts is gone."
"From now on, apart from the moral code we shape for ourselves, no divine power will shield us from malice."
Phainon's expression grew solemn.
"The Journey of the Spark is nearing its end. Aegle is the only Titan left for the Chrysos Heirs to conquer."
"But before we ascend to the sky, I have a challenge for you—"
"I challenge the shadows and malice that may lurk within you. Let the hearts behind your spears clear before the sky does!"
"Let me bear witness!"
"Even without Romance's divine authority, Okhema will remain an Ideal Land at the end of the world."
"Here will live the better people Aglaea hoped for... the people the New World of