In the Cloud Stone Heavenly Palace, Ye Yan changed into his bathrobe and comfortably enjoyed the unique high-temperature bath of Okhema.
"Ugh... It's just a projection prop, but it's still so hot! It's so hard to breathe..."
Silver Wolf covered her mouth and nose, feeling that she would suffocate if she stayed any longer; it was best to leave first!
Just a few minutes after Silver Wolf left, the black-robed swordsman appeared behind Ye Yan.
"How's the plan going?" Ye Yan looked at Blake, who was dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask. "It's quite unexpected that he took on the will of the ' Flame Reaver '."
"To combat the ' Destruction ' nefarious lord, Khaslana initiated the ' Eternal Recurrence,' a journey that lasts for countless lifetimes. This Eternity belief is truly moving."
Everything is fine, you don't need to worry.
"Good."
Ye Yan spoke calmly, saying that the situation in Amphoreus was not complicated at the moment. Demiurge followed behind Xing in her pink Mimi appearance, Cyrene was seated in the 'audience seats'.
Khaslana was placed by Blake in a special " Vortex of Genesis," awaiting the Astral Express Crew and Phainon to explore.
As for that so-called "Anti- Destruction Alliance" of the future... you'd be better off going to the " Tavern " and listening to the Masked Fools tell stories than trusting the company.
From the perspective of the " Church of Eternity," the only entity with which Interastral Peace Corporation has established an alliance is its " Strategic Investment Department."
Thinking about it this way, Ye Yan should Aha, right? It's all thanks to Him impersonating him and giving the " Market Development Department " manager a good beating, and He still hasn't woken up.
If possible, Ye Yan would actually be very willing to help them modify the " Cornerstone," injecting a little bit of " Eternity " into it...
Qlipoth didn't say anything, I suppose the Diamond manager won't have any objections either.
After leaving the Vortex of Genesis, Mydei walked to the Cloud Stone Market and stood in front of Hatonus's blacksmith shop.
"Master craftsman, how have you been lately?"
Hatonus slowly turned around. "King of the Kremnos, it's you. I had a premonition you would come."
I've heard about your situation. You're searching for a direction to take; you have many questions.
"But before that—take this."
He handed a ring to Mydei, " Kremnos, the king's ring, belongs to your mother. Reforging, repairing... it's up to me."
"My mother clearly threw it into the Abyss of Fate..."
"The salvage operation took a long time. We were very lucky."
"I can't imagine how much patience and courage it would take to retrieve even a tiny ring from the Abyss of Fate. I owe you a favor."
Hatonus waved his hand, "Thanks, but not at all. I will repay your kindness in saving my life."
"Bring your question with you. Speak now."
"... The fate I've always denied has finally come knocking on my door," Mydei said.
"I should rightfully take over the reins of ' Strife.' That way, everyone will be satisfied: the Chrysos Heirs, the Senate, the Kremnos Clan, and the bards who compose poems..."
"But you still hesitate, young king, why are you so hesitant?"
"... Because my people—men, women, elders, children... the longing for home that the Kremnosians have for it runs deep in their hearts; they have been waiting for this day, hoping for the return of their king."
"In this way, the people, weary from their Strife, can return home and embrace tradition—even if most of them have only heard of that 'tradition' in epics—and then they can gather around the king and go to war."
Hatonus lowered his head. "This isn't a good thing, do you think?"
"... For the past thousand years, the Kremnosians have lived in a bloody cycle. Revenge, conquest, prosperity, decline... In that history, how much innocent blood flowed into the River of Souls, how many pointless sacrifices could have been avoided?"
"If I were to accept this fate, become the totem of ' Strife,' and lead my people to repeat the same mistakes... then I would indeed feel fear, the fear of 'becoming king.'"
"..." Hatonus continued, still using inverted grammar, "A different kind of Kremnosians, you really are..."
Meanwhile, somewhere in Okhema
Phainon found Anaxa, who was standing with her arms crossed, gazing at the sky.
" Teacher Anaxa, it's been a long time."
Anaxa, "Who are you?"
"Long time no see, I'm the student who overturned the classroom in the physics of the soul class."
Upon hearing this, Anaxa remembered. "Oh, it's you."
"Really? Teacher, I just said it offhand... you really remember this?"
"I still remember your glib tongue. What do you want from me? It's not just to catch up, is it?" Anaxa said.
"You noticed that?"
"Of course, you only resort to such roundabout methods when you have ulterior motives."
"Not at all. I've come here sincerely to seek your guidance, as always..."
Phainon coughed lightly a few times. "Please don't hesitate to share your knowledge: everything you know about that black-robed swordsman."
"Hmph, rumors spread really fast."
"Unfortunately, I know nothing about it either. All I can tell you is that it wears a black robe and wields a heavy sword... probably a heavy sword, shaped like a distorted half-sun..."
Anaxa and said, "There's also a strange dagger, shaped like a crescent moon."
"Oh, right, take this—" He tossed a piece of black robe to Phainon, "It's a loot that fell down back then, it's yours."
To be precise, the black robe was actually dropped by Trianne during its battle with it, and then picked up by Anaxa, who intended to go and support Trianne, but he seemed to have underestimated the combat power of the " Passage " demigod.
The " World-Splitting Gate " opens precisely each time, diverting the black-robed swordsman's attacks. Is this the power bestowed by the Prophecy?
Upon seeing the black robe, Phainon's breath hitched, and his pupils trembled violently.
"There's no mistake... it's him. The one who burned down the Aedes Elysiae... the murderer who killed everyone."
"I advise you not to try to be a hero. Right Okhema, apart from that priest who has long resided in the ' Vortex of Genesis,' probably no one in Ohm is its match."
"Did that Titan say the same thing?" Phainon asked.
"Even if one were to invoke divine possession, it would be difficult to withstand the opponent's blade... That incredible power doesn't seem to be something bestowed by any Titan."
"You want to claim... it came from outside Amphoreus?"
At that Anaxa countered, "It's not impossible. Just like the Black Tide, isn't it?"
"... In any case, that is an enemy we must defeat."
"Us? Don't be delusional, Phainon. Nobody wants to see you die by its sword."
"As long as that guy exists, he will threaten the Holy City and the quest for Flame-Chase."
"You know I don't believe it at all—"
Before he could finish speaking, Phainon interrupted him, "--I know you don't believe in so-called Prophecy."
"But I've come to seek your help not on the orders of Aglaea or Tribbie..."
"I only wish to rid the city-state I swore to protect of of a scourge, nothing more. The tragedy of Grove must never be repeated."
"..." Upon hearing this, Anaxa moment. "Sit down. Since you're so sincere in asking for my advice... then I'll tell you something else."