Today, the "holy city" of Okhema is a peaceful place.
In the Garden of Life, everyone sat together, and Xing brought out milk tea to commemorate Mydei, who went to fulfill his responsibility of " Strife ".
"Hmm... why does this atmosphere feel like Mydei have been sacrificed?"
Especially the milk tea on the lawn, Xing even put a straw in it, so there's no need to worry about the milk tea spoiling over time, mainly because this symbol is really a bit abstract.
Hmm... they didn't have any other symbolic items in their hands; they couldn't very well put a plush toy there.
" In March 7th, let's add a few pieces of Six-Phased Ice to the milk tea, just to make a gesture."
"Ah... me, me?"
March 7th pointed to himself, reflecting on the ups and downs of the past few days. Although he hadn't directly experienced the battle with the " Flame Reaver," he had been told that he would inherit the " Core Flame of Years " and become a demigod...
She was very excited when she first heard the news. Taking control of the divine power of " Years " would definitely boost her combat power in every way. Look at Mydei, who possesses the power of " Strife," he is now the strongest demigod.
But upon calming down and thinking about it, becoming a demigod seems to require passing the trial of " Years." What will her trial be...?
"Teacher Tribbie, if you don't mind... would you still be willing to reveal that history to us? The past of the ' Prophecy '?" Phainon suddenly brought it up.
What does Little Bai want to know?
"Ah... Mydeimos has set off, to bear his destiny."
Phainon explained, "This is the mission of every demigod. One day, we will all shed our past and embark on the same path as him."
"So, I want to know—as the first demigod of Amphoreus, what kind of courage gave you to take that first step on this path?"
"And what has sustained you, allowing you to persevere and reach this day despite the hardships and countless partings?"
Tribbie, Trianne Trinnon exchanged glances, then smiled and said, "... Sure."
"Master, are you alright?" Aglaea asked with concern from the side.
" Our Little Di has already put his plan into action... what reason do we have to keep it from everyone? Let's go, everyone--"
"Go to the Abyss of Fate and see what it was like in the past."
Xing stepped forward, "Count me in! We can let Mimi do the work!"
"Well... I'd really appreciate it if you could help me, Trinnon?"
"Teachers... aren't you coming along?"
"Although Trianne really wanted to go along, Tribbie wouldn't allow it."
Trianne pouted and said helplessly that the two of them had exhausted too much energy in the battle against the " Flame Reaver " and needed time to recuperate.
"Understood. We'll be going now, take care."
"Since you've made up your mind, then do as you say. See you in a bit, my teacher."
After Phainon and the others left, Aglaea walked to Tribbie's side and said in a heavy tone:
"Everyone will part from one man, but that man will witness miracles..."
Even if we've long since come to terms with this absurd fate, they're still ultimately naive and inexperienced...
"My teacher, don't let this cruel prophecy crush their spirit."
Tribbie gave a bitter smile, "But it would be even more cruel to have them fall at the gates of the new world, carrying their ignorance with them."
"Everyone will know the truth someday; it just needs the right opportunity..."
"I think it's time."
With the help of the power of " Remembrance ", the three of them quickly arrived at the Abyss of Fate.
Looking at the magnificent Sanctum of Prophecy before him, Xing couldn't help but exclaim, "How impressive!"
"At this time, Janusapolis was still under the protection of Aegle. However, the City of Doors's fortunes had already declined, and its former glory was merely superficial."
"Because Amphoreus has entered a world of Strife?"
"Yes. The Strife is currently far away on the other side of Amphoreus, but five years from now, at the same gate, this temple will become the source of yet another war."
"So, where are you now?"
Trinnon turned around and pointed to a spot not far away, "It's over there—"
Following Trinnon's gaze, a tall woman with flowing hair stood in the center of the circular platform, talking to Oronyx above the clouds.
"Wow... it's Tribios her peak!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Tirēsiās's figure fluctuated and transformed back into a red-haired little girl with the same size as Trinnon.
"Huh?"
Xing was dumbfounded. Could this be due to her bad luck?
"Why does she look... a little different?"
"Because... we don't really remember what we were like in the past."
"... Feel sorry."
"No, it should be 'we' who need to apologize. Come, everyone... listen to 'our' final long talk with Oronyx."
The perspective shifts to Tribios, where the Titan's whispers reach her ears clearly:
"Tiris... Pius..."
"You've arrived, Oronyx."
Xing, sitting in the audience, noticed the blind spot. "Huh? They can understand Titan? That's some advanced simultaneous interpretation..."
"Teacher Trinnon, your voice has become... so mature."
"Because this Remembrance belongs to 'us,' and our perception is also connected to Tribios of that time."
"You are still... destroying yourself for that false prophecy," said Oronyx, his voice and appearance still vivid in her mind.
"A false prophecy... you still believe that?"
"Even if Kephale... perishes, it is absolutely impossible for it to instruct mortals to kill its comrades."
"Stop, Tribios... Spreading prophecies will only bring disaster. That disaster... will tear you to pieces."
"But the Black Tide has already descended, and Janus has fallen into a deep slumber... If even the guardian deity who guides mortals cannot withstand Calamity, what can we do against our fate of destruction?"
"Don't... touch the Core Flame. That way, at least you'll still be... a favorite of fate."
Tribios shook her head. "How could a darling of fate be deprived of her loved ones by fate?"
"How can I watch the world crumble while remaining unscathed? This may be our last conversation, Oronyx. I will do everything in my power... to protect you from the Black Tide."
Tribios and Oronyx vanished, leaving behind only Xing and the others looking puzzled.
She just mentioned "closest relatives"...
"Yes, she is 'our' mother. She fell to the bottom of the valley from here a long time ago..."
"It was a grand ceremony to plead with Janus for guidance on the path ahead..."
But by a twist of fate... it was Kephale responded to the people.
Xing scratched his head. "Was there... a problem with the ritual?"
"There was something wrong with that ceremony. But one thing at a time, Kephale's response was just a coincidence—"
"On that night of conspiracy shrouded in white frost, as the Saintess of Janusapolis was murdered... the Titan, Worldbearing, also crumbled in a corner of the world."
"Follow her. This story... must be told by her personally."