Herta's projection finished her final sentence, then flickered as though the signal had been cut off and vanished.
The golden cube continued to glow.
Yan Huan stood where he was, processing the information Herta had brought.
"So, Herta and Screwllum modified the scepter's protocol."
"Now, as long as [Re-Creation] is completed, the Iron Tomb's birth progress can be rolled back to 97%, buying the galaxy more time."
He pondered it.
"That makes sense too. Once the Chrysos Heirs of the next cycle are revived, they can lend a hand and gather their strength..."
Now, the [Negative World] Core Flame was in his hands.
But the question was... where was the Genesis Vortex Heart now? Without the Vortex Heart, how could he submit the Core Flame and activate [Re-Creation]?
With a try-it-and-see mindset, Yan Huan went to his former temporary residence in the Cloud Stone Celestial Palace.
The room was blanketed in thick dust, and the once-comfortable bath had long since dried and cracked.
He washed his face at the magical basin that had once connected to the Genesis Vortex Heart. Cold droplets slid down his face, but there was no spatial shift at all.
"This place can no longer lead directly to the Genesis Vortex Heart."
He sighed. He had no doubt that Amphoreus might truly have only one living person left now: himself.
But at that moment, a familiar, gentle voice came from behind him.
"I imagined so many things I might say when we met again, but when the words reached my lips, only this remained..."
"Welcome back, partner."
Yan Huan spun around and found Cyrene standing in the doorway, though he had no idea when she had appeared.
She still had the body of a little girl, spotless amid the surrounding ruins.
Her face bore the warm,