"—And what tipped the scales was the wish itself."
Mydei looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Cyrene smiled as she explained:
"I think the Titan meant that what outweighs the fate of the world isn't one person's conviction."
"It's a wish shared by you, me, and everyone here."
"What tipped the scales wasn't Phainon's resolve. It was the call for a [Savior] from all the people of the world, carried within this Oracle card—"
Phainon nodded slightly, then looked at Mydei across from him. "And that includes you and your people, the Xuan Feng people."
Mydei considered this.
"So you put the weight of both sides on the scales?"
"But don't forget, the Xuan Feng people are your mortal enemies. Lose yourself in idealism, and you'll die on an enemy spear."
From their conversation, Yan Huan had a rough idea of when this was.
Not long ago, the two sides really had been mortal enemies.
"That's fine." Phainon remained calm.
"I never said I was the equal of the [Savior] on that card."
"I'm only a soldier. If it's my fate to die on the battlefield, I won't complain. I'll simply keep swinging my sword until the very end."
"I believe you'd do the same..."
"Heroes are just people who share that resolve."
"And the Savior is all of them together. Nothing more."
"A splendid answer." At some point, Aglaea had entered the Hall of Three Phases of Destiny. She gave Phainon a look of approval.
She stepped forward and addressed the two men.
"As the oracle foretold: [Today, the final two heroes shall join the Journey of the Spark.]"
Mydei looked at Aglaea with open disdain and gave a cold snort.
"So you were after him and me from the start."
"People say the young lady of the [Goldweaver]