"That cold, indifferent starry sky had never shown Amphoreus any mercy. Why did you burn for it, even... turn to ashes?"
His father had tried to dissuade him as well, his tone heavy, his face blurred and sorrowful within the remnants of memory.
"Child, you chose the wrong enemy."
"Your birth was meant to be the grandest destiny. You would liberate the universe, like the blazing sun at the end of the Long Night."
"But you led yourself into a futile trap, even treating your own meaning as your sworn enemy..."
"Was that not a tremendous tragedy?"
The scenes flickered as similar moments rapidly shifted past. They showed "family" or "friends" with different faces, yet all spoke with the same intent to persuade.
Those faces alternated between clarity and distortion, their voices overlapping into suffocating whispers.
Clearly, countless memories like these had once been systematically implanted into Phainon's consciousness.
Tine watched the sorrowful remnants of memory continuously emerge and shatter, worry filling her eyes. Her wings drew in slightly, as though she wished to shelter those pains.
"The struggle within him, along with the Destruction breaking free from its shell, is continuously surfacing."
Trianne spoke anxiously as well:
"If these thoughts swallow the small world, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Tine looked at everyone, her gaze resolute as she clasped her hands before her chest.
"So, we need to use the Hundred Realms Gate to throw them into some unseen corner."
"Then we'll reunite with everyone. All of us will meet at the end of the west wind."
Hearing that, Dan Heng looked somewhat concerned. His gaze shifted from the memory remnants carrying pain and struggle to the shadowy courtyard beyond the room, where even the light seemed to have dimmed.
"But if Phainon and the Iron Tomb have already