In the endlessly distant Future Space-Time.
The radiant Heroic Spirit Throne pierced the skyline, like a heavenly stele suspended upside down above the world!
Inside the Heroic Spirit Throne, in the central plaza.
On the blood-colored screen, amid a mass of bright red "0"s, the lone, conspicuous green "1" countless decimal places out sometimes retreated countless places, then advanced countless places, but ultimately no longer reverted to "0."
Like that faintly visible, glorious reflection that had appeared in the Space-Time River.
It was as fragile as the wind, yet as tenacious as a pine, firmly nailed to the Space-Time River!
Farther upstream in the Space-Time River, a figure blazing with boundless radiance opened his eyes, revealing a pair of holy white eyes without pupils.
He looked downstream through space-time, just in time to see a pair of majestic, domineering black eyes meeting his gaze across the ages!
"Everything will return to its proper course. What you took will be reclaimed in the end!"
So he said.
"What good will reclaiming it do? You cannot win!"
The owner of the holy white eyes sighed.
"No. How will we know unless we try?!"
The owner of the black eyes spoke firmly.
In a luxurious office inside the Heroic Spirit Throne, the stunning purple-haired woman seemed to hear the conversation from the Space-Time River, and revealed a smile beautiful enough to topple cities and kingdoms.
"The one who was supposed to fall was precisely the one who should not have fallen. Those who truly should have fallen were the ones who threw the Space-Time River into chaos."
She gently picked up the teacup on the desk and took a small sip.
"The Heroic Spirit Throne will restore the correct thread, even if it must be bought with endless sacrifices!"
With that, she