"The Iron Tomb's sword hasn't struck the galaxy yet, so stopping it is certain—but if we turn it into [blank]..."
He paused, imagining that scene.
"Wouldn't all of Amphoreus have to be completely formatted then? Every memory, emotion, and piece of history—including hatred, love, and effort."
"When all is said and done, what would happen to the struggles, perseverance, and sacrifices of every generation in Amphoreus—not to mention us Nameless?"
"Phainon's mom and dad are still waiting for him to go home and harvest the wheat. You have to go back and harvest wheat too, don't you?"
He firmly refused to accept such a future.
"Is that so? It seems my partner has other ideas."
Cyrene smiled faintly. She was not displeased by Yan Huan's rejection; instead, an even deeper tenderness showed in her eyes.
The glimmers floating around her seemed to flash with delight as well.
"But that's all right. We still have plenty of time—at least here, in this corner sheltered by [Remembrance]."
Led by Cyrene, Yan Huan felt the scenery around them shift once more, as though gently stirred by an invisible hand.
A faint sense of weightlessness came from beneath his feet, soon replaced by a new sensation.
They had not actually taken a step, yet space itself was moving and changing, while the positions of the stars quietly shifted.
They stepped onto a road leading toward the stars.
Beneath the transparent ground under their feet lay a boundless sea of stars. The stars flowed slowly along mysterious paths, gathering into rivers of light before scattering in the distance into fine silver sand that wound toward the end of sight.
Brilliant stars surrounded them, close enough to reach out and touch.
They resembled crystallized dreams or the crystals of memories, quietly suspended in deep space and