"Miracle"

As a demigod of the Passage, Tribios was among the first to embark on the Journey of Flame-Chasing, conveying divine messages to guide the people of Amphoreus forward.

Therefore, Tribbie and his two companions are the most suitable people to guide the people of Amphoreus to develop the belief in calling for "miracles" and to take action.

"The Fateweaver is now in your hands."

Cerydra did not hesitate and handed over command to Anaxa. As for refusing? Caesar was no mediocre ruler; capable people should naturally be used in the right places.

At that Anaxa quickly explained what she needed to do to Tribbie and the other two, then turned to look at Aglaea.

"Aglaea, please assist Lady Tribios with the golden thread."

"Learn."

Aglaea nodded and said nothing more.

"Ms. Cifera, your mission is..."

Cipher nodded.

"Phainon."

After giving her instructions, Anaxa stared at Phainon with a serious expression.

" At that Anaxa, I was listening."

Phainon, seeing that it was finally his turn, quickly answered.

"Your task is to bear it. Just as Kephale bore the dawn of Okhema, Seraphis carried 'destiny,' what you will bear is the 'miracle' born from the collective will of the people of Amphoreus."

The task was simple: merely to bear the burden. But the price of bearing this "miracle," unfortunately—I do not know.

"It's alright, Teacher Anaxa."

No matter the cost, it was all worth it the moment Amphoreus achieved victory.

Phainon clenched his right fist and held it horizontally in front of his chest, answering firmly.

"Alright, let's get started, everyone, without further ado."

As Anaxa finished speaking, the golden threads that had been gathering power covered the entire battlefield, and the voices of Tribbie and the other two, with the help of Aglaea, rang in everyone's ears at the same time.

"We are Tribios! Saints of Janusapolis! All of Amphoreus! Even in this moment of despair, we... have not yet lost! Please—hold fast to your beliefs and convey your wishes!"

Do not be afraid! Amidst the flowing river of our shared wishes, believe that the light of a "miracle" will lead us to victory!

Sera floated in mid-air with a smile on his face, making no further movement. He was waiting, giving everyone time.

The remaining Chrysos Heirs, who were not part of the plan, are using their fastest speed to help people on the battlefield defeat "Fate" and rebuild their faith and confidence in victory.

But Cifera is still waiting, waiting for the moment when the wishes of all come together to form a river.

"Don't be afraid."

The Hyacine gently illuminated the entire battlefield with its rainbow light.

"This rainbow light will guide you... to overcome 'fate.' Believe that you will win."

Her gentle voice, along with the golden threads that Aglaea released with all her might, echoed across the battlefield.

More and more Flame-Chase Army defeated their own "fate" and worked hard to convey their wishes. In the sky, the wishes that arose from everyone's hearts turned into the power of their wishes and slowly flew into the air, gradually piling up into a river.

It's time.

Cipher's eyes turned serious as she stared intently at the river of willpower in the sky.

"Amphoreus will overcome its 'fate'!"

Cipher's words, accompanied by golden threads, resounded throughout the entire battlefield. The belief in victory was now firmly in everyone's hearts, so... the power of the Trickery was activated.

But that's not enough!

Cipher channeled the power of "Elation" with all her might, covering the river of wishes with the concept of "impossible." And so, a "miracle" was born.

Guided by Cipher, the "miracle" slowly merged with the wishes of the crowd into Phainon's body.

The scattered Chrysos Heirs returned from other battlefields, together channeling their demigod powers and willpower toward Phainon.

Burning wings unfurled behind Phainon, but they weren't scorching; instead, they gave off a warm feeling that made one feel at ease, as if one were omnipotent.

Phainon did not use the Dawn's Early Light, because the power of his will slowly gathered in his hand to form the shape of [Dawn's Early Light].

Each feather carries the wishes of the world, Phainon is now being lifted up by the collective wishes of everyone in Amphoreus, representing a "miracle" for all.

The Dawn's Early Light, formed from the power of will, suddenly grew larger in Phainon's hand, and then he swung his sword... annihilating all the spears Imagenesis by "fate".

"Good."

Sera's face was beaming; they had really done it.

"Phainon, break the shackles of 'fate' for me."

Sera spoke softly, her spear unleashing a beam of light, which Phainon blocked with his sword.

"I've arrived, Sera."

With a gentle touch, Phainon, wielding the [Dawn's Early Light], severed the shackles of "fate" that had bound Sera.

Don't be careless.

Sera looked back at the sky.

"Fate has one final hurdle."

The severed "fate" slowly coalesced into a massive black mist.

So what exactly will it condense into?

The answer is just a fog.

Phainon reached out to the sky obscured by "fate," and a "miracle," accompanied by the power of her will, dispelled the darkness born of "fate."

[It worked!]

Kiana and the Dreamseeker, who had been watching Sera, spoke up in unison as "fate" was dispelled.

[Like a fairy tale, a miracle born from the wishes of the people triumphed over "fate".]

Okay, thank you both for taking the time out of your busy schedules to look after me.

I'm busy now.

Sera responded to the two in her mind.

"Amphoreus has already triumphed over 'fate'."

All eyes were on Sera, Sera announced Amphoreus's victory.

"Gentlemen, Amphoreus's unjust 'fate' has been conquered by us!"

Together, we achieved victory!

Cerydra's voice traveled across the land through the golden threads, and then... cheers of victory resounded across the land.

"Fate has been broken; all that stands in Amphoreus's way is the Iron Tomb."

That will be the end of everything, and also the beginning of a new chapter for Amphoreus.

But I think... before facing the final battle, the Flame-Chase Army needs a victory celebration to mark the occasion."

Sera's gaze fell upon Cerydra.

"Of course, Knight of the Cold Moon!"

That's exactly right!

"...?"

Sera tilted her head and blinked in confusion.

"Will I also be granted a noble title by you?"

"Right!"

Cerydra nodded.

"You are the son of Amphoreus, and you have done so much for Amphoreus."

I can't even convince myself that Caesar won't grant you a title.

I know that Knight of the Blazing Sun and you are family, having grown up together, so I bestow upon you the title of [Knight of the Cold Moon].

"Hmm... whatever makes you happy, Miss Cerydra."

Sera opened her mouth, but said nothing more. Oh well, let her be. It's not like it's an unpleasant title anyway.