"People would know that Amphoreus had long since welcomed its true dawn through struggle."
"Just like I told you before." Her voice carried a nostalgic smile. "It won't be harder than last time, right?"
As Cyrene's back gradually became transparent amid her narration, Yan Huan could not help staring at her.
He had long understood that the real Cyrene had never been here.
What stood before him was merely a remnant of memory bearing her final wish and farewell.
With her back to Yan Huan, she tried to keep her tone light and playful.
"What kind of expression do you have right now?"
"Surely it's the same as before—calm, resolute, with that reassuring confidence shining in your eyes, right?"
"If I had the chance... I'd really like to see it one more time."
"Because since our last parting, it really has been... far too long, far too long."
She turned around, a smile on her face.
"As clever as you are, having come this far, you must have realized it already, right?"
"—This is not reality, but a labyrinth called [Time], woven from countless memories."
"The final leg of the relay was for me to return to the Hall of Three Phases of Destiny and tell Oloronis all these stories, carefully placing every page everyone had written... into little bottles of [Remembrance]..."
"Then, may it set sail safely... drifting through the long, frigid river of time alongside that crucial [Negative World] Core Flame, until it reaches your side and guides you back to Amphoreus."
"Just like when we first met, right?"
"Although no Demigod of [Time] was born in Amphoreus in this life, the current of [Time]... has always stood with unyielding humanity."
"Only in this way could we ensure that [Re-Creation] would not occur before your return..."
"And only