Cyrene's voice was hesitant, her long eyelashes fluttered, revealing an undisguised sense of unfamiliarity. Cyrene turned around and asked Curiosity.
"Now, we know each other."
Ye Yan smiled mysteriously, and as soon as he finished speaking, he extended his slender hand forward, and a cup filled with amber liquid appeared out of thin air in his palm.
"Huh?"
Cyrene's gaze was instantly drawn to this wondrous drink she had never seen before. Fine water droplets condensed on the cup's surface, and the rising steam carried an enticing sweet aroma.
She carefully reached out her hand, her pale fingertips first gently touching the cool glass before resting them firmly on the cup.
boom!!!
In an instant, the golden rice fields in the distance gradually faded, the flow of time and space in the entire village slowed down, and an unparalleled torrent of information rushed into Cyrene's sea of consciousness.
Her eyes widened suddenly, her pupils contracted sharply, and her body swayed uncontrollably, almost dropping the small milk tea cup.
Countless images flashed through Cyrene's mind:
The Scepter δ-me13, deep within that cold, desolate tomb, through thirty million lifetimes of reincarnation, she would tell stories to the innocent, newly born Demiurge, separated by that invisible Bulwark.
In that bizarre and wondrous Interstice of Path, she first encountered this young man in black robes, whose aura was shrouded in an ancient and primordial presence beyond comprehension.
Each seemingly ordinary cup of milk tea, every time it was tasted and every time it was handed out, was like a pebble thrown into a lake, stirring subtle ripples deep within the hearts of ' Cyrene ' and ' Demiurge '.
Past, present, and even some hazy fragments of the future...
Countless previously indistinct points, touched by this cup of milk tea as a medium, were instantly connected by an invisible force, forming a clear chain of cause and effect.
All the doubts and all the barriers should have been completely illuminated at this moment, but...
Cyrene sighed softly, her lowered eyelashes unable to conceal the heaviness in her eyes. She almost murmured a question to herself:
"... We set out to respond to the world's wishes, didn't we?" She looked up, her gaze fixed on the boundless sky that seemed bound by invisible shackles.
"Every Chrysos Heirs is like this; it has never changed."
"Then, why...?"
"Is Amphoreus's wish so unreasonable?"
Cyrene's fingers unconsciously caressed the warm cup, as if trying to draw a bit of warmth, but her eyes grew increasingly vacant, focused on the [ Nihility ] distance.
"At every correct point in time, everyone did their best and made the right choices."
"But in the end, the Prophecy that guided us, the Black Tide that swallowed the world... Why did it turn out this way?"
Cyrene's fingers tightened slightly as she held the milk tea cup, her knuckles turning white, as if she were drawing strength from this container that carried so much information.
"[ Amphoreus ]... is he crying?"
Before Ye Yan could respond, a long-forgotten fragment of Remembrance flooded into the girl's mind:
"When I was little, I had a dream: it was a dark, cold little room, with only the curtains of Oronyx shimmering like sparkling crystals..."
"Its curtain seems to encompass the entirety of Amphoreus, where bizarre and fantastical dramas unfold... containing countless versions of ourselves, from countless different worlds."
" Amphoreus... perhaps it's just a larger, more Aedes Elysiae... We are merely actors in this small world, following the guidance of the Prophecy, embarking on the same journey again and again..."
"What exactly is this so-called ' Re-Creation '?"
"What are the viewers watching all this expecting?" She looked up at Ye Yan, wanting an answer.
Ye Yan's smile remained unchanged as his gaze fell on the cup of milk tea in her hand, which still radiated a warm glow.
Two tightly intertwined threads, shimmering with the faint light of fate, are clearly reflected in the milk tea cup.
And a seed, slowly coalescing and gradually radiating Eternity light, deep within the souls of ' Cyrene ' and ' Demiurge ', being impacted by the shock of these thirty million lifetimes.
Just as Cyrene was immersed in cold memories and confusion, a familiar Intellitron voice echoed in her ears:
The process known as the " Hero's Journey " has continued indefinitely, neither for the sake of a "New World" nor for the creation of a perfect hero or god.
"It's a [deep learning] project dedicated to the Black Tide."
"Heroes, gods, and worlds alike are all born to be Destruction by it."
"This is the end of Amphoreus's calculations, a perfect equation of [ Destruction ]."
"So... do you want to change all of this?" Once again, Ye Yan gently raised his hand, and a new cup of milk tea materialized out of thin air and was handed to Cyrene.
Ye Yan a step forward, his figure appearing somewhat hazy in the warm sunlight of the pavilion, as if he might merge into the light at any moment.
"No need to rush to reply, there's still plenty of time. The story with you, and with Demiurge... has only just begun its most exciting chapter."
Ye Yan's gaze pierced through Cyrene and looked towards a distant point in time and space, at the pink-clad figure who had just comprehended the [ Eternity ] creed.
Then, like a wisp of smoke dispersed by a gust of wind, Ye Yan's figure completely faded and disappeared without a trace.
In the pavilion of the Court of Repose, only Cyrene remained. The gentle breeze still caressed her hair and stirred the gauze curtains by the window.
She clutched the warm milk tea tightly in her hand, her fingertips still tinged with the faint, tangible coolness of Ye Yan's touch when he handed her the cup.
Silence reigned all around, except for the thunderous pounding of her own heart.
"... Amphoreus's fate was not limited to [ Destruction ]."
Meanwhile, back to the [ Trailblaze ] squad, they were still having a blast fighting the [ Strife ] clan, and now they had an extra blond youth who had fallen from the sky.
"Heh~ Carelessness will get you killed, [ Savior ]!" The blond man casually tossed out a Divine Punishment Warrior, his face full of disdain. "Just some petty squabbles."
"It would be better if we fought to the death; the aftershocks would shatter them."
"Are you talking about me?" Xing pointed to herself.
"Who are you?"
"Shut up, Mydei! Do you want the Holy City to be destroyed? If I remember correctly, your responsibility is to protect the citizens, isn't it?"
"What do you mean? Are you trying to say that nobody here counts as a citizen?"
Xing and Dan Heng exchanged a glance and said helplessly, "Sigh~ the names here are all so strange."
Hey! This isn't the time to chat!
While using her bow and arrow to defend, March 7th said, "How come she's all alone now? Where did all her teammates go?!"
"That's irrelevant. Aglaea told us to protect the people, but you just ignored it?"
"You missed half a sentence, 'Protect the citizens, eliminate the enemy'—her exact words. Once Nikador is dealt with, the crisis in the Holy City will be easily resolved."