Amphoreus, the " Vortex of Genesis "
The swirling starlight flowed silently, illuminating the twelve " Eternity " with a solemn yet... subtle glow.
Fulisina's eyes, which held the power of a galaxy, now gleamed with a light that seemed out of place, a light that seemed eager to try something new.
She cleared her throat and spoke in a tone that, while attempting to sound mysterious, was all the more clear in the empty Vortex of Genesis:
"Hmph hmph hmph~ Here, star orbits intertwine, the spindle of fate hums... It's time to replenish some divine dew to fight against the end!"
As she spoke, she solemnly placed her hands beneath the surface of the liquid starlight in the slowly rotating " Vortex of Genesis," as if holding a sacred object.
Ripples of light spread out, and when I lifted my hand again, two extra-large cups of taro boba milk tea appeared, each with a straw and water droplets still clinging to the sides.
The rich aroma of taro paste mingled with the scent of milk, strangely permeating the space filled with the aura of cosmic laws.
Fulisina handed one of the cups of holy Sweet Dew to Blake, then took a big gulp herself, squinting her eyes in satisfaction, the pearls gurgling merrily in the straw.
Upon seeing this, Blake's cold, obsidian-like face seemed to twitch almost imperceptibly.
He silently accepted the milk tea, the icy touch on his fingertips and the water droplets sliding down the cup creating an absurd contrast with the Eternity, Chair aura emanating from him.
He looked down at the black pearls and thick taro paste floating in his glass, remained silent for two seconds, and then said in his signature, emotionless, and cold voice:
Amphoreus, the cradle of the Iron Tomb.
Blake got straight to the point, as if he were holding not a cup of milk tea, but a strategic sand table.
"The blade of the Chrysos Heirs needs to be sharpened even more. Especially... those few stars."
Blake looked up, his gaze piercing through the starlight at the Vortex of Genesis, as if he could see Phainon panting in the ruins of the Dome Stronghold.
"His ' Eternity ' trial must be intense enough, unforgettable enough." Blake paused, then added, "As for the other rising star... Yite Majesty It has his own considerations."
Fulisina nodded vigorously, a few drops of milk tea splashing onto her star-studded robe, but she didn't care at all.
"That's right! To protect the smile of this starry sky and Lord Yite's smile, the Iron Tomb must be nipped in the bud!"
Blake:?
"Our Eternity glory will guide the Chrysos Heirs to wield the blade that severs destiny!"
"And those rising stars of Amphoreus... Hmph, the ' Eternity ' seed dormant within them will be awakened by the trial of stealing fire!"
Fulisina became more and more excited as she spoke, waving her hand holding the milk tea cup so much that she almost flung the straw away.
"This is your true purpose in stealing the Core Flame! To train new stars and advance the Flame-Chase, a two-pronged approach!"
"Oh, hahaha~ This is a move of unparalleled brilliance on the chessboard of stars!"
Blake listened quietly to her over-the-top, adolescent declaration, his face remaining expressionless.
He held the milk tea in his left hand, while his right hand casually slipped into the wide sleeve of his black robe...
Instead of drawing a dagger or a staff, he pulled out a plain-looking white bar of soap that emitted a faint scent of herbs and wood.
With a deft flick of his long, slender fingers, Blake tossed the bar of soap through the air in a short arc before it landed steadily in his palm.
The movement was as fluid as breathing; this bar of soap was his most reliable weapon.
"The small talk is over." A cold voice interrupted Fulisina's next passionate declaration, which she was still preparing.
The moment he finished speaking, his aura changed abruptly. The warm milk tea cup vanished, and the bar of soap was silently put away.
The wide black robe fluttered without wind, and stark white bone spikes pierced the fabric, revealing menacing ash bone wings that unfurled once more behind him.
The thick, eternal shadows instantly swallowed Blake's cold, handsome face, leaving only the bottomless darkness beneath his hood—the " Flame Reaver " had returned.
Fulisina instantly dropped her chuunibyou (delusional) demeanor, and her starry eyes returned to their deep and calm state.
She nodded slightly to Blake, who was now fully disguised, and her figure faded away quietly in the shifting starlight, leaving this land of Creation.
"Holy City" Okhema, atop the Dawncloud Cliff.
The colossal body of Kephale still silently bears the weight of the heavens.
On its back, the core of the " Dawn Machine," which had been pierced by the dark purple beam of light, was now just a hollow hole with charred edges and exposed internal structure, resembling a huge scar.
The machine was dull and lifeless.
Fulisina's figure appeared silently before the enormous scar, the night wind ruffling her long silver hair and star-studded robe.
She gazed at the extinguished heart of the holy city, her face devoid of the liveliness that had flickered within the Vortex of Genesis, replaced by an almost sacred solemnity.
Or rather... a deliberately created sense of solemnity.
Fulisina took a deep breath and suddenly opened her arms wide, her large, star-studded robes fluttering in the night wind, as if she wanted to embrace the entire holy city!
" Dormancy Core of Light! Hear the call of ' Eternity '!"
Her clear, melodious voice echoed across the silent cliffs, carrying the air of a theatrical aria:
"In the name of me— Fulisina, the Starsongstress, the Priestess of Dawn, the Eternity Agent! Dispel this false eternal night, and rekindle your glorious divine flame!"
As she chanted with an off-the-charts level of chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur)... although the content sounded quite serious, her tone and gestures were simply too exaggerated.
Within Fulisina's pupils, the swirling galaxy suddenly accelerated, bursting forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling light!
A vast and boundless " Eternity " power, seemingly originating from the very beginning of the universe, surged forth from her petite body like an invisible torrent!
It wasn't those complicated runes, nor was it a lengthy ritual.
Only a blindingly bright white beam of light shot into the sky from between Fulisina's raised palms.
This white light was not an attack, but rather contained the most primordial and powerful force of "creation" and "maintenance"!
Buzz--!!!
The white light was precisely injected into the huge, charred wound of the Dawn Machine.
The next moment, a miracle happened!
The charred edges of the wound, as if touched by an invisible divine hand, quickly faded away, and the exposed fractured structure regenerated wildly as if it had come to life.
The extinguished rainbow light tubes, like a dried-up riverbed being refilled with a rushing galaxy, instantly lit up.
Countless tiny, sacred runes emerged, flowed, and reassembled from within the machine.
In that desolate, empty core, a point of pure, indescribable white-gold light suddenly shone forth, like the first ray of light at the beginning of the universe!
In the blink of an eye, the white light that had enveloped the entire holy city suddenly receded.
At the summit of Dawncloud Cliff, on the back of the enormous Titan's body, the " Dawn Machine " has been completely renovated.
Its entire body was radiant with a more pure and sacred iridescent halo than before, and at its core, it seemed to be nurturing a miniature star, emitting a warm and " Eternity " light.
The massive shroud of dawn instantly unfolded again, more solid and magnificent than before, gently yet firmly isolating the boundless darkness of eternal night from the holy city once more.
The holy city of Okhema has regained its light!
Fulisina slowly lowered her arms, the light from her star-studded robes dimming. She looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, a slightly smug smile playing on her lips, befitting her persona.
Mission accomplished. Time to go back and think about what cooler title and lyrics to use for my next appearance!