"Finally, Amphoreus's fate has begun to turn. As I said, your arrival will change everything."
"After all, you too have been under the watchful eye of that Aeon, capable of awakening long-dormant instincts within a man..."
"Just like the ' Scepter ' mentioned earlier, it was only under the watchful eye of the same Aeon that it was reborn."
"Heh, that's right. If you recall, I mentioned it at the opening of the play—those celestial neurons, abandoned by the Aeon, that originally belonged to ' Erudition '..."
"Now, let me reveal the final mystery to you."
" The Land of Eternity called ' Amphoreus ' is the site of that Scepter's long and solitary calculations..."
"It is its unfathomable rage against the gods who abandoned it!"
At the same time, the Vortex of Genesis
"In the name of the Audience of Divine Ordeals, I saw—"
" --Destruction / Eternity, a fitting theme!"
The Flame Reaver's body, crumbling like firewood, suddenly trembled violently.
It wasn't an attack, but rather as if something inside could no longer be restrained and exploded with a roar.
Countless fragments of Memoria, shimmering like shattered glass, erupted from every crack in his body like a burst dam, raging without warning.
These fragments contain an unimaginable flow of information and emotional impact, like billions of cold Remembrance bombs that instantly swept across the entire Vortex of Genesis Platform.
The first to be affected was Xing; she felt an irresistible, purely spiritual force crashing into the depths of her soul.
The light of " Eternity Wings of Preservation " was scattered, and the mimicry baseball bat flew out of his hand.
She was like a kite with a broken string, violently thrown by this invisible torrent, and crashed heavily into a broken pillar of Creation energy in the distance. The excruciating pain, accompanied by intense dizziness, made her vision go black.
However, just as she was thrown into the air, a fragment of Memoria with iridescent light flowing around its edges, Shared Fate, crashed into her consciousness.
Boom!
Xing's mental world was forcibly torn apart!
Within the fragments, there was not cold darkness or Remembrance of Destruction, but an incredibly clear image—
A girl.
Her short pink hair, like newly blossoming cherry blossoms, shimmered with a warm glow in the soft light.
She stood with her back to the stars on the golden field of the Aedes Elysiae, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair and skirt.
The girl turned her head slightly, revealing half of her delicate and gentle profile. A serene and hopeful smile played on her lips, and the sunlight gilded her with a hazy golden edge.
" Cyrene...?"
Before Xing could have a chance to question, what followed was an even more violent and chaotic torrent of fragments:
The cold, golden ground was covered with golden blood that seemed to melt the sun, flowing freely. Cyrene lay in that blinding pool of golden blood, like a withered petal.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her face was deathly pale, yet a faint, heartbreaking calm lingered at the corner of her mouth.
All around were the shattered Vortex of Genesis, ruins burning with black flames, and deathly silence.
Xing then saw a line of glaring numbers jumping and flashing wildly, finally settling on a chilling sequence—"33550336".
This number carries a certain cold sense of destiny, deeply imprinted in Xing's consciousness.
In the familiar Court of Repose, sunlight streamed through the colorful stained-glass dome, casting dappled patterns of light.
Cyrene stood in the center of the courtyard and suddenly turned around.
This time, she turned around completely, her face no longer a profile, but a clear, radiant smile as bright as the warm spring sun, her eyes curving, brimming with tenderness and expectation.
She waved gently in the direction of the stars.
"I will wait for that day to come..."
Cyrene's voice was no longer a fragmented image, but a clear, warm echo that rang in Xing's ears.
"One day... someone will turn the page on this almost ' Eternity ' chapter..."
"Following in our footsteps... we write an unprecedented ending."
The voice was soft, yet carried a firmness that transcended time and space.
Buzz--!
As Cyrene's last whisper fell, the chaotic fragments of images and the girl's warm smile in Xing's consciousness were forcibly gathered together by an invisible hand.
All numbers return to zero!
Then came an even more turbulent and familiar wave of Remembrance, like a floodgate bursting open, instantly engulfing Xing!
The shock of encountering Phainon for the first time in Janusapolis, the " Holy City of Prophecy," with his sharp, eagle-like eyes, as he swooped down from the sky and dodged the mimicry baseball bat remains Remembrance.
Then there's Lady Tirēsiās's " World-Splitting Gate "... that doorway to countless possibilities, and the " Spear of Divine Retribution " standing atop Castrum Kremnos.
Next, the battle against the "Sky" Titan, Egler! The monstrous bird's body that blots out the sun, the thunderous attacks, and the tragic scene of the companions fighting side by side, tearing hope apart in despair.
Every fleeting image, every recollection of an experience, is accompanied by a familiar, indescribable "gaze."
That gaze was cold and vast, as if it came from the end of time, like a ruler of the universe, measuring everything.
He had been elusive since He first entered Amphoreus, but now, with the flow of Remembrance, He became clearer and clearer, heavier and heavier.
Xingneng sensed that it was... the gaze of " Eternity "!
His gaze, like invisible threads, had already been woven into every step they took, every battle they fought, and every choice they made after entering Amphoreus.
Just as Xing was almost suffocating under the weight of these vast Remembrance and the cold gaze, Cyrene's voice, filled with boundless expectation, rang out again from within the fragments:
"That must be a Romance story unlike any other. You think so too... right?"
As the words fell, within the fragments of star consciousness, the figure of a pink-haired girl standing on a golden field, bathed in sunlight, turning back with a gentle smile appeared.
Like dandelions scattered by the wind, they transformed into warm, golden specks of light, disappearing silently and effortlessly before Phainon.
The last glimpse of Cyrene vanished clearly reflected in his blue pupils.
"..."
Phainon's body stiffened abruptly, and time seemed to freeze once more.
Then--
Clockie!
A hot tear, carrying all the shock, pain, sorrow, and enlightenment, uncontrollably slid from Phainon's eye and landed precisely on the back of his hand.
That tear contained the most complex emotions Phainon felt at that moment, and also contained a faint yet real power touched by the gaze of " Eternity ".
However, the moment the tears touched the skin on the back of Phainon's hand—
Zzz!
The tears were instantly evaporated by the high temperature emanating from Phainon's body, leaving only a wisp of almost invisible, fleeting white vapor.
Phainon's pupils trembled; that tiny evaporation sound was like the last spark igniting a barrel of explosives.
The Cyrene vanished before my eyes, that single tear evaporated, countless cycles of despair, a fate toyed with...
All the pent-up emotions were ignited at this moment, transforming into a raging inferno that consumed all reason.
"Ugh... Ahh...
A roar filled with endless pain and rage exploded from Phainon's chest.
With this soul-shattering roar, the Vortex of Genesis shone with golden light.
Deep within the star's consciousness, the " Eternity " vision, ever clearer and stronger with each flashback of Remembrance, originates from—
Beyond those distant stars, the " Eternity " that watches over everything—His gaze falls upon the very moment the number quietly shifts from 0 to 1...
An indescribable, overwhelming force, representing " Eternity " itself, transcends the barriers of endless time and space and arrives as scheduled.
He cast his gaze precisely and unequivocally toward the " Vortex of Genesis."