Tribbie smiled as well. "It's been a long time, everyone."
"And..."
Tribbie looked at Cyrene, her eyes filled with motherly affection.
"Though we've already met, seeing her [seed] bloom with my own eyes still moves me deeply."
Aglaea's gaze swept over Cyrene's dress.
"With [Memory] as cloth, this splendid attire shines so brilliantly..."
"Just like the [future] everyone will weave for Amphoreus, here and now."
Yan Huan glanced at Phainon's melancholy yet resolute statue.
"This should be the end, right?"
"Yes." Tribbie nodded.
"We only need to pass through the final [Gateway]."
"Xiao Bai... has already set out ahead of us."
At that moment, everyone's eyes, whether physical or spiritual, gathered upon the silent statue.
In the faint light, the statue cast a long shadow, as though it had merged with the deeper darkness beyond.
Mydei's spirit slowly stepped out, arms folded, his voice echoing through the vast, lofty space.
"The Iron Tomb's first seal is a battlefield Phainon built from piles of corpses."
Cipher's spirit chimed in as well.
"The second is a projection of what his heart yearns for."
"A path he strung together from regret, rage, and sighs..."
Feng Jin's spirit nodded.
"When all of that fades away, what power will he have left to imprison [Destruction]?"
Anaxa's spirit walked to the front, his tone certain.
"The answer is already obvious."
Tribbie looked at the statue, her expression solemn.
"This place is filled with traces of his existence. You can even hear a distant heartbeat, yet it lacks one thing alone..."
Dan Heng's gaze fell upon the statue's chest, pierced through by light. Though it was only stone, it seemed to carry a faint pulse, like a dying candle in the wind.
After a moment of thought, he said,
"The world believes Kephale fell long ago."
"But