Janusapolis, the Holy City of Prophecy, is also known as the Treasury of Janus.
Following in Tribios's footsteps, the group arrived at this place.
" The Janus Treasury... is right before our eyes."
" Tribios... speaking of which, what does that name mean?"
Trinnon continues to fulfill her role of answering questions and resolving doubts.
"A person with three lives"—the mother believes her child's birth was a blessing from the Three Titans of Fate, and this name represents her gratitude.
"Now it seems... perhaps this was fate."
Pushing open the doors of the treasure vault, Tribios a long sigh of relief:
"Finally..."
Janus's whisper came as promised, " Tribios... you've come."
"... Janus, I knew you still had a shred of Reason left. And sure enough... you've been imprisoned too."
"Step forward, and you will bury yourself with your own hands..." Janus warned.
"To bury the gods, and to control our destiny."
"No, Janus..."
Tribios gently shook her head, the pale purple petals in her hair trembling slightly, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. "I came here... to take over your destiny."
Tribios gazed at the glittering " Passage " Core Flame ahead and slowly walked towards it:
"With the blood of the lamb, and my right hand gripping the blade, I seal the proof..."
A beautifully decorated short blade was already in Tribios's hand, its blade gleaming coldly, reflecting her serene features.
"I am Tribios, who hears prophecy, speaks prophecy, and confirms the prophet—"
"--I, the Saintess of Janusapolis, the Peddler of All Paths, come to receive your mission."
"Heh..." Janus let out a soft chuckle, his last vestige of reason remaining.
"Those who guide the world will inevitably have their souls strayed and torn apart, shattered into a thousand pieces, like glass shattered on the ground..."
The short blade sliced through Tribios's palm, and golden blood flowed down.
"That suits me perfectly. This is destined to be a long journey, but with a thousand versions of myself as my companions, I will never be alone."
"Even if you bear the Core Flame, you will be far from the glory of godhood; the Passage will always be accompanied by dust, and even the blade of mortals can coerce you..."
"It's alright. My hands weren't born to wield spears, but my feet were born to serve all living beings."
Even so, the Flame-Chase remains a journey of constant loss: in all of it, life itself is not worth cherishing...
" Years will erode character, Passage will crumble the body, the scales will weigh separation, until the end draws near..."
"Daughter burdened with three lives... Are you truly ready?"
Tribios answered without hesitation, "Of course, Titan. Let this prophecy shatter me—"
She reached out her hand, and as the golden blood dripped onto the " Passage " Core Flame, an unprecedented brilliance burst forth.
"--So that I may pave countless paths for this destroyed world!"
"That's... very good..."
The dying Titan uttered his final words: "Overthrow the gods—/Return the Core Flame— "
It says, "Bear divine authority—/Forge miracles—"
"Go hunt--/Go mourn--"
"Go hunt down our comrades--/Go mourn our fate--"
"Go and guide the souls of the gods—/Go and nourish the paradise with the spirits of the gods—"
However, you must remember—/However, you should remember—
"Everyone will part from one man, but he alone will witness miracles—"
This is—the will of fate—
Janus fell silent. Tribios knelt alone on the cold stone floor of the ancient temple of Janusapolis, surrounded by tall marble colonnades with faded gold decorations carved on their shafts.
The wall behind her was painted with a mural of a starry sky, the stars twinkling against a deep blue background, creating a cold contrast with her current state of mind.
The entire space was so quiet that you could hear the sound of tears falling; the air was filled with the heaviness and sorrow of fate.
"I understand, Janus..."
"Thank you. And... get some sleep."
Xing Shao, standing to the side, gazed at her with deep emotion, only then taking a closer look at the Saintess's appearance:
Tribios's hair was adorned with pale purple flowers and leaves, and she wore a long white dress in the style of ancient Greece, the hem of which flowed like water to the ground.
The gold armbands, bracelets, and patterns on the sandals are so exquisite.
Her bangs covered one eye, the other eye drooped, and tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the short sword and the book on her lap.
She gripped a lavishly decorated short sword tightly in one hand, its blade gleaming coldly, while her other hand rested on a blue scroll on her lap.
"..."
The girl's sobs echoed continuously within the vast treasure vault, "Mother..."
"Did you... see that...?"
"I have accepted the mission and am about to set off..."
"I will traverse the ruins of the gods, wandering among mortals..."
"Thus, the dark fog of Amphoreus is dispelled..."
May we... may all people in the world...
"May we all follow those countless paths trodden forth... and reunite at the End of the West Wind."
"Mom... see you tomorrow."
The moment the words were spoken, the air in the entire treasure vault seemed to freeze for a second.
The golden blood on Tribios's fingertips had not yet dried, and it intertwined with the faint light of the " Passage " Core Flame, radiating a faint, timeless halo.
She suddenly stiffened as an indescribable gaze descended upon her, piercing through the temple's dome, overcoming the Bulwark, and gently settling upon her.
That gaze was too distant, too serene.
A strange sensation swept through her soul—she seemed to 'see' countless intersecting paths leading to infinite possibilities in an instant.
And the origin and destination of these paths all point to the same indescribable, magnificent existence.
He is like the flowing galaxy and the ceaseless Years, carrying a calm perspective that overlooks all things, yet concealing a subtle sense of approval.
Tribios vaguely sensed this gaze, but could not truly see His appearance.
She felt Core Flame " Passage " within her suddenly grow warmer, creating a strange resonance with that gaze—as if every line of the " Gate of Myriad Paths " was responding to this gaze from the depths of the starry sky.
It was as if the Core Flame in her hand was inherently connected to this " Eternity " power.
Tribios subconsciously looked up at the starry sky mural on the dome, but only saw cold, clear stars.
That gaze remained blurry and distant, seemingly guiding, yet also scrutinizing.
Tribios frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing through her mind, but she did not stop what she was doing.
She knew that this gaze might be closely related to her mission and the future of " Amphoreus," but she had no time to delve into it at the moment.
The golden blood continued to drip from his palm, and the light of the " Passage " shone ever brighter.
Tribios's gaze grew ever more resolute; she transformed that unknown gaze into the strength to move forward, etching it into her vow to traverse every path.