Central Starskiff Haven, opposite the [ Sleepless Earl ] Teahouse
"So boring... Why isn't the Astral Express going to Amphoreus yet? It's been so long!"
Silver Wolf lazily propped his chin up with one hand, tapping his cheek absently with his fingertips. A barely perceptible hint of inquiry flickered in his eyes as he looked at Ye Yan.
Urgent! She desperately wanted to see the hidden plot of Amphoreus, so why wasn't Ye Yan in a hurry at all...? The patience of the [ Eternity ] Emanator was beyond her imagination.
Exterior view. Long ago, in a certain star field.
"Of all the possibilities, this will be the most tragic path."
Kafka leaned against the viewing window, her long, slender fingers elegantly holding a glass of red wine. The liquid in the glass shimmered in the dim starlight as she gently swayed her wrist.
With her other hand, she casually stroked the black cat and said:
" The Ocean planet [ Lushaka ]." Her gaze seemed to pierce through the porthole, landing on the distant blue waves.
" The Script states that the Nameless will experience a seemingly uneventful adventure."
Upon hearing this, the pink bubble popped softly with a 'pop,' sticking to the Silver Wolf's lips.
She pursed her lips, commenting with a hint of teasing. "He suddenly found himself in the captain's seat. A bright and sunny ' Trailblaze ' story, not bad at all."
Kafka's lips curled into a meaningful smile. She didn't reply, but continued speaking:
"And much later, Garden of Recollection... will personally pierce the fragile window paper that Amphoreus has."
"As for the cost?" She shook her head slightly, letting out a barely audible sigh, "... it's hard to say."
Kafka unconsciously twirled the black cat's ear tip with her fingertips. " The Garden of Recollection was massacred; headless giants clashed fiercely with brilliant geniuses."
"The battle should have been a foregone conclusion, but it was completely overturned by... three unexpected items."
"A Screwllum that reshapes the core, a codex whose pages can be turned as if time could be reversed... and a rusty, blazing greatsword."
"And so, the giant that symbolized [ Destruction ] met its premature demise."
"Hmm? This [ Script ] isn't right, is it?"
Silver Wolf sat bolt upright, as if he had heard the most outrageous joke, forgetting even to chew his bubble gum.
And this pronoun is so childish... Just three [ Eternity ] Walkers and the Iron Tomb Curtain falls? Are you kidding me? What happened to the Script's rigor?
"Boy, that's how it's written in the Script."
Kafka helplessly spread her hands, and the black cat beside her also raised its head in a fitting manner.
As if suddenly remembering a forgotten footnote, she added, "Oh, I forgot one—there's also a bar of soap that slipped into the bathtub."
"Forehead..."
Silver Wolf was speechless for a moment. If he had this bar of soap, then everything would make sense. He understood now.
Even before the Iron Tomb has fully materialized, its negative impact is already comparable to that of a fully-fledged Lord Ravager.
The ability to transform the established logical laws of the galaxy into chaos would completely disrupt the operational framework of civilizations within the galaxy... and even the life rhythm of individuals.
Silver Wolf felt that with this level of Destruction will, Iron Tomb would be too lenient to kick the heads of the three Eternity Walkers of the Church like a football.
but...
It would be a different story if the other side had an [ Eternity ] Emanator who could throw soap around like a planet destroyer; she had experienced it firsthand.
There are also rumors that the Church's prayer priests possess restorative magic comparable to the Miracle of " Abundance," but it's unclear whether this is true or not.
Even if it's fake, who knows what special skills the remaining " Eternity " walkers of the Church possess?
If you anger someone to the point of summoning their own Aeon, then it won't matter who else you ask for help.
Kafka aptly changed the subject, lightly tapping the rim of her glass with her fingertips, producing a crisp sound.
"If it were [ Agate World ] Melustanin, in the near future, at the atomic bomb site of [ Stellaron ], the train would just miss Celenova."
"This would be the safest and most stable option out of all possibilities."
"On the other side of the galaxy, the Xianzhou Alliance did not deviate from the course of [ Trailblaze ], but instead drew closer to the connection with [ Eternity ], using a drop of ' Sweet Dew '... to sound the prelude to the divine war."
"Hmm? Why?"
Silver Wolf tilted his head again, as was his habit. When it came to the divine war... had the [ Eternity ] Aeon personally intervened?
Achoo!
Meanwhile, in Xianzhou Luofu, a seemingly bored milk tea shop owner was dozing off against the counter.
Suddenly, without warning, he sneezed, startling a sparrow beside him into flight.
"As for Pteruges-V, the [ Glazed Radiance ], that stage of Mourning Actors."
Her voice suddenly turned icy:
[ The Script ] Epilogue: A silver arrow, tearing through the void, will pierce the white hole that devours all light, creating an unhealable wound on the backdrop of the vast galaxy...
"And at the edge of that 'magnificent scene,' a chilling, eerie crimson hue quietly crept in."
"Hmm~ As expected of a planet associated with [ Elation ], the clash between [ Eternity ] and [ Destruction ] is quite a spectacle."
Kafka withdrew her gaze from the distant star field and focused it back on the Silver Wolf, her red lips curving into an enigmatic smile.
All three endings mentioned above—whether it's the calm undercurrents of the first storyline, the fierce clashes of the third, or the prelude to the divine war initiated by the Xianzhou Alliance —are intriguing.
And what they all have in common, without exception, points to -- [ Eternity ].
[ Ocean World ] Lushaka and [ Glazed Radiance ] Pteruges-V each attracted two [ Eternity ] Emanator.
Only the Xianzhou Alliance has initiated the God War ahead of schedule. What is that mysterious drop of ' Sweet Dew ' hinting at?
Could it be the very vortex created by the [ Eternity ] deity himself? It can't just be a simple glass of sweet water.
Fortunately, fate is still on the right track.
Even if one day the characters in the [ Script ] are completely scrambled, turning into an undecipherable jumble of characters... the road ahead will still ultimately point to that one and only possibility.
"One possibility... I know the answer to this question, the absoluteness of [ Eternity ]!"
At first, Silver Wolf did not realize the seriousness of those words.
Finding the topic a bit boring, she casually pulled out her cool gaming terminal from her pocket, expertly unlocked the screen, and her fingers flew across the keyboard, sending a new message to a long-dormant profile picture in her contacts.
For her, a person's life without playing games is a complete failure, utterly devoid of any fun.
[ Silver Wolf: Are you there?]
A few minutes later, as she got up and shuffled towards the somewhat deserted lounge, her mysterious gaming friend's reply flashed on her terminal screen at just the right moment.
[ Ye Yan: [ Eternity ] is everywhere.]
And so, the gears of fate began to turn...