"Fine, I'm used to calling her that anyway." Yan Huan waved a hand, then seemed to remember something and added:
"Didn't she give you that name? There's nothing wrong with calling yourself Cyrene..."
"Thank you, partner." Genuine emotion appeared on Cyrene's face, her eyes curving into crescents.
"Life is a poem filled with farewells, but so long as it is written upon the pages of the [heart], it will not fade away so easily."
"Now, the footsteps of every Flame-Chaser and [Trailblaze] have flowed into this As I Wrote It..."
"Becoming the power of the [Heart of Amphoreus]."
"Huh? Power?" Yan Huan sharply caught the keyword and looked her up and down in surprise.
"You have power? You know martial arts?"
"Of course." Cyrene smiled brightly. Her smile carried a restrained yet steadfast confidence she had never possessed before, while an almost imperceptible halo seemed to flow around her.
"A lost [heart] naturally has to be returned to its [body]."
"What Zandar least wishes to see is our opportunity. Complete the union of body and mind, restore the Scepter to wholeness, and then..."
"What happens after that, I don't know either, partner."
"Perhaps I can create a miracle, turning the Black Tide into a pink sea of stars in the next second."
"Or perhaps... I am merely an insignificant ripple, destined to be swallowed by [Destruction], unable to change anything."
"But no matter what, at the end of this epic, I no longer want to be a silent listener or a worshipped god..."
Elsewhere.
At the core of the Demiurge Matrix, frigid streams of energy moved soundlessly through the colossal structure.
Herta stared at Laigushi's flickering projection, her arms folded as her voice carried the sharpness of someone who saw through everything.
"So Demiurge deceived everyone... even itself."
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