"Yan Huan, Dan Heng, and March 7th of the Star Rail Express, correct?"
"?" Yan Huan raised his brows in surprise.
"Why do you still remember me? You even know about March 7th?"
Mydei turned around calmly, his armor grinding with a heavy metallic rasp.
"I am the Divine King of [Strife], and I am Mydei of Castrum Kremnos. The karma of thirty million lives rests upon this body—"
"We—the final Twelve Titans—are ready to battle for the fate of the world."
"I see." Dan Heng considered this.
"The memories of all thirty million lives have gathered here..."
"Unfortunately, we only traveled together in one of them."
"No need for regret." Mydei pressed his fist to his chest.
"The second is about to begin."
"The past is vivid before my eyes. Even the sights from every crossing of the Underworld River have never been clearer."
"Not to mention my companions on the Journey of the Spark, and Cyrene of Aedes Elysiae..."
His gaze fell upon Cyrene, carrying an ancient and complicated scrutiny.
"And you, the thirteenth Titan."
Cyrene blinked, then met his gaze with a calm smile.
"It seems my identity is no longer a secret."
"That means her sacrifice and efforts have not been forgotten by the world, right?"
Mydei looked at her and slowly nodded.
"First Ripples deserved to reach the end of the story with everyone else."
"Now that you have taken up her pen and paper, write on—with us, wage a powerful struggle against fate until all is settled."
"Then, in the epilogue of this epic, write down her name."
"In this final battle, [Calamity] shall stand with Amphoreus."
"This battlefield is proof of the deadly duel between the gods and the Black Tide."
Mydei slowly turned and looked toward the enormous sword ahead.
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