"These two words always came knocking. And the soft-hearted Train Conductor never refused them."
"So, as always, go save this battered world, children."
"And at this stop..."
"The entire starry sky will be your traveling companion."
As her words fell, communications with the outside world were temporarily cut off.
The noise in their ears vanished, leaving only the howling wind of the battlefield and the ominous distant hum of surging energy.
Seeing Yan Huan still gazing at the enormous fleet silhouettes upon the Sky Curtain, Cyrene softly reminded him:
"Watch your step too, partner."
"For the final page of the epic, shall we walk it to the end, step by step, together with everyone?"
"Hm?" At her words, Yan Huan gradually lowered his gaze to the scorched earth ahead.
One after another, translucent golden figures emerged, like heroic spirits stepping out of the river of history.
The Chrysos Heirs were quietly awaiting the Savior's arrival. They stood in silent ranks ahead, their gazes fixed here.
Mydei, Castorice, Tribbie, Aglaea... Even Kryudera and Hysilens stood among the ranks. They had evidently found their own way here.
"Not quite everyone, though." Yan Huan started forward, his boots crunching over the scorched ground.
His tone sounded casual, but his gaze swept across every familiar figure.
"There's one sunny, cheerful country boy missing."
"In that case, I'll reluctantly go call him outside."
The dreadful aura grew increasingly dense along the way.
Tiny crystal motes began to emerge in the air, flickering with ominous red light, while the temperature rose and fell abnormally.
Seeing Castorice's spirit constantly ahead of them, seemingly deliberately or unconsciously shielding Yan Huan from the overly chaotic energy currents and the scorching, bloody wind rushing at them, March 7th frowned suspiciously.
"Yan Huan, have you been soliciting prostitutes here?"
At her