"Even if the road ahead is shrouded in darkness, I'll burn myself to light it."
"Rather than let the Core Flames become fodder for the Black Tide, I'll become their vessel and prevent Re-Creation."
"Even if my body burns to ash, as long as my flame hasn't gone out, Flame-Chasing won't end..."
"Until Amphoreus sees a true dawn."
Cyrene watched Phainon approach the altar and smiled faintly.
"The girl who watches over Years, and the warrior who bears the world..."
"Now, let's fulfill the missions of Years and Negative World..."
Phainon slowly turned to face Cyrene, his expression conflicted.
Only after a long silence did he summon the courage to speak.
"I promise you, the pain... will be over in an instant."
"Mm." Cyrene handed Phainon the crescent-shaped ceremonial vessel.
"Hold this Ritual Sword tight."
"After I'm gone, it will send you back to the beginning of time, to the opening of a new story."
"I believe that in that story, or after countless stories like it but never quite the same..."
"Everyone... all the companions we lost will gather with the Savior we dreamed of as children, beneath a wider sky full of stars."
Phainon's gaze steadied. He reached out and solemnly took the Ritual Sword.
"...If we can't break free of this prison in the end, I'll hold on."
"Until someone comes to break this long cycle and write an ending for Amphoreus."
Cyrene nodded and smiled faintly.
"Then it's time we set out and become the ones who start it all..."
"Just as your name says, carry the first chaos and this world we love so dearly..."
She closed her eyes and spoke quietly.
"Goodbye, Khaslana."
Phainon found himself back in that little rice field.
A breeze passed through, gently stirring the stalks of rice.
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