The People of Amphoreus Can Fly
Caesar never looked back. After achieving victory, the Flame-Chase Army showed no intention of stopping. Their only thought was to advance, rushing to the next battlefield.
On the chessboard, the army can only advance. Victory is forged through sacrifice, and afterwards, honeyed wine is brewed to honor the souls of the dead.
This sacrifice is inevitable if the entire Amphoreus is to be quickly integrated, but the Flame-Chase Army is not afraid.
Even though rest would reduce casualties significantly, Amphoreus didn't give them time to rest.
Before setting out, Cerydra informed the army that the mission was to swiftly conquer the entire Amphoreus. Although the Black Tide had destroyed much of the land, many countries remained hidden in places untouched by the Black Tide.
This victory on the battlefield was merely a trivial triumph for Cerydra; the victory she truly craved was to conquer the injustices of the world—"fate."
On the other side...
"Ancestors, please guide me with the rainbow, lead me back to the homeland of the Child of the Sky, which I have abandoned for a thousand years."
Hyacine slowly pushed the box she was holding in her hands into the air.
"Rainbow Bridge... please guide us back to the sky."
A rainbow of light appeared, and Hyacine stood in the center of the light, facing the crowd against the sunlight. Behind her, a rainbow bridge soared into the sky, and she stretched out her left hand.
"Everyone, let's fly together."
"It was a truly amazing experience."
Phainon said excitedly.
"I never imagined I could fly like Sera!"
The Amphoreus can fly, the Amphoreus can fly♪~
For some reason, it seemed as if a Narrator was playing background music in their ears.
"Hmph, Savior, don't be careless."
Mydei crossed his arms and snorted coldly.
Trianne also looked around curiously; it was a novel experience for her as well.
"The Eye of Dawn and Dusk, the Sky Fortress of Aegle."
Ha ha ha ha--
"I never imagined that the blasphemous Anaxagoras would set foot in this place."
Anaxa still sounded perfectly healthy.
"Presumably, it was here that the heroine Senios declared war on Aegle, turning the first page of humanity's journey in pursuit of fire..."
Hyacine's eyes were smiling and bright.
"We are here to bring our journey to a close."
Legends are not necessarily reliable, and who can truly know the truth?
At that Anaxa looked at Hyacine's face, filled with longing for Senios, and gently shook his head. While researching, he had discovered something interesting, but what was the truth?
Seeing is believing, and as expected... this journey will uncover another truth buried in history.
Even if the legend is false, our mission will not change; we will bring back the Core Flame of the sky.
Hyacine clenched her fist, making her stance clear.
The sky was pitch black, the lines were distorted, and a suffocating atmosphere churned around them.
"The Titan of the Sky, Aegle, controls the weather of Amphoreus."
And this celestial canopy, I can confirm with my own eyes, is indeed the [Mural of Celestial Phenomena].
At that Anaxa's eyes shone with an unusual light as her power was activated.
"Mural of Celestial Phenomena?"
Phainon and Mydei looked at each other, not knowing what this was.
As a descendant of the Sky People, Hyacine naturally picked up Anaxa left off and added to the conversation.
"[Mural of Celestial Phenomena] In the customs of the Sky City, the celestial canopy connects to Amphoreus, and the climate depicted there will be reflected in the weather in reality."
Clear skies, overcast skies, snow, thunderstorms... the murals reflect Aegle's ever-changing emotions. In times of peace, sky priests gather here to pray that the gods will send gentle breezes to cleanse the world and bring a bountiful harvest.
In any case, groping forward in the dark is not a wise choice; we all need to find a way to remove the mural...
Before Hyacine could finish speaking, Anaxa interrupted Hyacine as she had already walked to the device and completed the analysis.
"Hyacine, recite this prayer."
At that Anaxa raised her hand and created a scroll containing the prayer, then stepped aside.
Hyacine blinked, took the paper, memorized the prayer, put it down, and pointed her right hand at the celestial globe.
"Wind, snow, rain, dawn..."
"In the name of the Hundred Eyes of the Sky, I bestow upon the world a celestial phenomenon."
"From dawn till dusk, the stars shift and the constellations revolve, controlling the celestial sphere—"
"Awaken, Mural of Celestial Phenomena!"
As Hyacine chanted, the armillary sphere emitted a beam of light that pierced the darkness and illuminated the sky.
Phainon gazed fixedly at the sky, sighing with emotion.
"Such intense radiance, I really don't know why Sera doesn't like it."
"Oh, Cyrene said that Sera likes the moon."
"Ah?"
Phainon scratched the back of his head; it was the first time he'd ever heard this.
"Hmm... Could it be that Sera just likes to sleep in late?"
Phainon, drawing on his Remembrance, put forward a viewpoint.
"Is Sera someone who likes to slack off?"
Hyacine solemnly refuted Phainon's words.
"During her time at the Grove of Epiphany, both Teacher Anaxa and I witnessed firsthand how hard Sera worked."
She's right.
While engrossed in studying the Mural of Celestial Phenomena, Anaxa responded without looking up. He had already noticed its mystery when he analyzed the armillary sphere, and his eyes lit up after the Mural of Celestial Phenomena was lit.
With slight modifications, the Mural of Celestial Phenomena could also be a powerful weapon, giving Amphoreus an even greater chance of victory.
A celestial weapon designed for high-altitude strikes against the Black Tide, a Damocles' sword hanging high in the sky.
"Oh."
Mydei laughed without hesitation.
"Hey, Savior. You don't even understand the people you grew up with?"
"..."
Phainon did not respond as usual; he fell silent. He was not someone who knew nothing.
Sera's changes—her current personality and appearance—have gradually blurred the images of his familiar family members in his heart.
He was still the same person, but something had changed. It was as if a responsibility was on his shoulders, driving him forward.
"Feel sorry."
Seeing Phainon's silence, Mydei immediately realized that Phainon was troubled. He had initially just been joking as usual, but...
"Didn't you say... that apologies don't exist in the dictionary of the Peak People?"
Phainon appeared unconcerned, a smile returning to his face, easing the awkward atmosphere.
"Alright, Little Little Mydei and Little Little Bai, it's time to go."
Trianne's voice pulled them back to reality.
But something changed within Phainon.
If even family can't help me, do I really deserve to be called Savior?
Phainon questioned himself inwardly, falling into confusion. Everything had gone smoothly along the way; he had been brought in for training by Teacher Anaxa at Aedes Elysiae, and had made a name for himself in Okhema.
After Aglaea and Tribbie, who had heard about him, confirmed that he was the Savior from the oracle, he began to think... he could save everyone.
But now...
Heh~
Phainon chuckled inwardly, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.
How arrogant I was! Even my family couldn't stand up for me. Was I really Savior?