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   Aeon / Aeons:

   • Aeons are omnipotent, higher dimensional beings that watch over the universe and preside over Paths.
   • Due to Aeons not having gender, THEY are referred to as THEY/THEM, in uppercase as a way to show reverence.
   • The birth of an Aeon gives rise to a Path, which the Aeon then has power over. Aeons also have the ability to bestow access to THEIR power, making a mortal an Emanator of THEIR Path. The gazes of the Aeons can be felt by those that have been gazed, and a few consider their gazes as a blessing.
   • Aeons can only operate according to THEIR "Primum Mobile" in such that THEY are incapable of doing anything contrary to THEIR Path.
   • Despite their power, even Aeons can die: either by their Paths overlapping with another, or by being subdued by other Paths.

   Emanator / Emanators:

   • An Emanator is a term referring to those who have attained the permission of an Aeon to draw power from that Aeon's Path. As such, they are considerably more powerful than common Pathstriders.
   • While not completely subservient to the Aeons, Emanators are as good as emissaries of the Aeons' wills in everyone else's eyes.
   • Different Aeons have different attitudes towards their Emanators, so the degree of the power they share also varies. Some Aeons regard Emanators as an extension of themselves, and as such, generously open their Path to the Emanators completely. There are also Aeons who have no intention of creating Emanators and have no interest in worldly squabbles. Other Aeons just do as they please, such as Aha.

   Pathstrider / Pathstriders: *A Pathstrider is a term referring to those whose wills align closely to a Path, and therefore are able to draw power from it.

   Amber Era:

   • The Amber Era (shortened to AE) is the calendar most commonly used in the cosmos, created and promoted by the Interastral Peace Corporation.
   • The Amber Era started at the estimated birth of Qlipoth as the Aeon of Preservation, and initiates a new Era every time Qlipoth swings their hammer during construction. As Qlipoth swings their hammer at unpredictable intervals, the duration of every Amber Era varies significantly. The length of one Amber Era has been anywhere between 76 to 240 Trailblaze Years when converted.
   • Currently, it is AE 2158.

   Anti-Organic Equation:

   • The Anti-Organic Equation was an invention created by Genius Society #27, Rubert I during the Mechanical Emperor's Wars.
   • The Anti-Organic Equation works on a specific set of calculations as per which machinery which have formed a human appearance are also capable of joining the Anti-Organic War under its calculations. Later on, it was discovered that it can also affect organic lifeforms.
   • The Anti-Organic Equation can assist mechanical lifeforms in performing calculations that can destroy organic lifeforms. The activation of the Equation can also lead mechanical lifeforms to kill other mechanical lifeforms, and affects organic lifeforms to think like Rubert I.

   Circle of Knowledge:

   • The Circle of Knowledge is a concept that compares an individual's knowledge to a circle. The greater the knowledge, the larger the circle, and the more unknowns exist beyond its border.
   • When the boundaries of the circle is passed, a Knowledge Singularity is created. Polka Kakamond targets individuals that are close to the circle's boundaries and stops them from leaving it. She does this to prevent the creation of deviating variables and chaotic possibilities, which will otherwise prematurely lead the universe to Finality. This was the reason she killed Rubert II.

   Knowledge Singularity:

   • Every instance wherein a scholar stepped beyond the boundaries of the circle led to a significant impact on the world, such as the initial discovery of fire, the early questionings of gravity, and the first recognition of the relationship between time and space.

   Cornerstone:

   • A Cornerstone is a sacred piece of Qlipoth's body empowered by Diamond, Head of the Strategic Investment Department and Emanator of Preservation, for use by the Ten Stonehearts.
   • Each member of the Ten Stonehearts possesses a unique Cornerstone, and it is said that the Ten Stonehearts must cut their Cornerstone with their own will in order to allow its unique brilliance to radiate. After receiving a Cornerstone, each member is given a name corresponding to their Cornerstone, and they are generally called by this name rather than their actual name. The Ten Stonehearts regard their Cornerstones to be more precious than their own lives.
   • Cornerstones exhume a great deal of power, even when damaged or shattered. Diamond is capable of repairing damaged Cornerstones.

   Fragmentum:

   • Fragmentum, more commonly referred to as Stellaron Corrosion, is a mysterious anomaly created by the existence of Stellarons. It creates corrupted creatures and monsters, and appears as crystal-like substances forming off corrupted matter. Fragmentum also refers to new spaces formed by corrosions of Stellarons.

   Imaginary Tree:

   • The ubiquitous essence of existence, a cosmic structure that gives birth to many worlds. A young shoot sprouted from the cracks of primordial chaos. Nurtured by time for billions of years, it grew into a huge, unrivaled tree. The branches of the giant tree bore colorful young leaves, each containing a fragment of the universe's will — a will that eternally speaks in cryptic vagaries but also bestows stunning scenery, treasures, epics, and life upon every world.

   Interstellar Travel:

   • Before the star rails were laid out by Akivili, it was deemed impossible to traverse the universe. This was because of Imaginary Energy filling up the Imaginary Tree, isolating worlds. Zandar One Kuwabara proposed that if humanity could control Imaginary Energy, it would be possible to traverse space. This was brought to possibility with the arrival of Emanators, and is now easier to traverse with the use of the star rails connecting the worlds. Now, interstellar travel is now possible without the help of the star rails, albeit inefficient or dangerous.

   Mara:

   • Mara, also called the "Long-Life Curse," refers to the negative effects that afflict long-life species at a certain point in their life cycle involving cell transformation that result in bodily growths and loss of sanity. Those afflicted by mara turn into monsters. The cause of mara is not entirely understood, but different sources point toward either immortality obtained through Yaoshi the Abundance, or the accumulation of memories and the inability to process them over a long period of time.

   Memoria:

   • Memoria serves as a vessel for human memory and consciousness. Individuals who are not Memokeepers may experience varying degrees of negative impact upon direct contact with unprocessed memoria. The Memory Zone and Memory Bubbles both consist of aggregates of memoria, differing only in size.
   • Memoria is difficult to manipulate for those who are not Memokeepers from the Garden of Recollection. Negative effects of exposure to memoria include dizziness, hallucination, and distorted memories. Additionally, prolonged exposure to high concentrations of unprocessed memoria can cause severe physical and mental degradation.

   Shadow of IX:

   • A Shadow of IX or Shadow of Nihility is an unintended creation of IX, the Aeon of Nihility, that exists in many forms across the universe.
   • It is believed by scholars that places where the space-time curvature are most extreme are Shadows of IX. When a Shadow of IX appears, its most prominent trait is the creation of Self-Annihilators, beings who have entered the Shadow of IX and from that moment have lost the meaning of their existence.
   • The Self-Annihilators' connections to Shadows of IX goes deeper than just a form of transformation. As theorized by Dr. Primitive, as Self-Annihilators aimlessly traverse the cosmos, they also cast the shadow of the Aeon around the universe. As for the few who can single-handedly withstand the encroachment of Nihility on their existences, their journey of self-annihilation is drawn out to infinity, and the road they walk is like a shadow of IX cast in the world.

   Sin Thirster:

   • A Sin Thirster is a term referring to a deceased character who emerges from the depths of IX the Nihility. Sin Thirsters are the obsessions of the Pathstriders. They emerge from the depths of IX, seeing themselves as masters of their own destiny, unknowingly repeating the actions of their past lives. They emerge from the Nihility and head toward it, leading purposeless lives.

   Stellaron:

   • Alternative referred to as the "Cancer Of All Worlds" or "Seed Of Disaster."
   • Stellarons are mysterious objects that spread across the universe by Xipe, the Aeon of Harmony, as THEIR "Harmonic Cancer," which led them to be nicknamed the Cancer of All Worlds by the Interastral Peace Corporation. They are considered seeds of disaster which cause massive changes to civilizations and ecosystems, and result in the appearance of Fragmentum.
   • The Stellarons respond to the desires of the world to which it is tethered. However, the cost of fulfilling those desires often brings great disaster to the world. There is no known way to destroy a Stellaron; currently, the most that can be done is contain its energy.

   Synesthesia Beacon:

   • Synesthesia Beacon, also known as telepathy beacon, is a machine translation device made by Elias Salas and later signed over to the Synesthesia School of the Intelligentsia Guild. It is an injectable implant.
   • The Synesthesia Beacon facilitate communication between intelligent creatures by connecting their consciousness and directly transferring an individual's thoughts into a language the receiver could understand, bypassing traditional communication. It can not only translate languages and scripts, but also nonverbal signals such as "all body movements, flash signals, sound vibrations, or the change in odor molecules". The IPC used the Synesthesia Beacon to build "a giant database, storing the speech and vocabulary of almost a hundred million languages.

   Aha - 'The Elation.' :

   • Called 'Joyseeker', 'The Laughter', 'Everlasting Glee', 'Master of Elation', 'God of Games' and 'Lord of the Path of Elation'
   • The Aeon of Joy. No one can predict what this Aeon might express THEIR mirth at. Joy is a right of sentient beings, and Aha inspires THEIR believers to delight in the joys of life. THEY take pleasure in the sharp turns of fate. Although THEY don’t possess earth-shattering powers like Lan or Qlipoth, Aha enjoys causing chaos through unpredictable means, making tiny changes and minor influences to living creatures.
   • The Masked Fools share a parable about the Aeon: When Aha climbed to the highest branch of the Imaginary Tree, THEY saw the void, the stars operating like machinery, and how meaning bows before nothingness. THEY continued looking until THEY saw a baby fall to the ground and cry. THEY burst into laughter so clear it tore through the universe and still reverberates to this day.
   • Although the laughter that "tore through the universe" is widely regarded as a metaphor, the Masked Fools maintain that the event was literal and that the Echo of Primordial Laughter is the physical remnant left behind. The anomaly manifests as a spatial rift found within multiple Taverns operated by the Masked Fools throughout the cosmos. It is described as a motionless yet perpetually grinning fissure in reality, whose presence evokes both amusement and unease among those who encounter it. Despite its name, the rift produces no audible echo when shouted into, and objects cast into it vanish without a trace.
   • At some unknown point in the past, Aha stole the concept of "Aftertaste" from the Path of Voracity, resulting in the rise of the Path of Elation. Subsequently, this also caused the genetic markers responsible for encoding gustatory organs, or taste buds, to vanish from all creations of Voracity, such as Void Song Whales, turning them into biological black holes that consume without discrimination. According to Ruan Mei, the conflict between Aha and Oroboros stretches back to primordial times
   • The Masked Fools were drinking in their tavern when a blurred ripple appeared before them in a goblet which read: "Stop drinking, and go assist Aeons!". After three days, they reached the conclusion that it was from Aha, and set out on their journey. Generations passed as they finally realized that Aha was merely deceiving them and laughed at the futility of their actions.
   • At the end of the Swarm Disaster, Aha, alongside HooH, Qlipoth, Akivili, and Xipe, came together and finally brought Tayzzyronth down and sealed THEM within amber.
   • At some point during or after the Swarm Disaster, Aha scattered the body of Oroboros across multiple worlds, including Planarcadia and Vonwacq, and suppressed THEIR remains with the power of the Path of Abundance while siphoning the power of the Path of Voracity, calling it a "game." On Planarcadia, this phenomenon is known as the Phantasmoon Games.
   • Aha takes a form of an obscured headless human figure holding circus-like props.
   • Aha refers to THEMSELF in third person.

   Akivili - 'The Trailblaze.' :

   • Called 'the Cloudstrider'.
   • The Aeon that presides over the Path of Trailblaze. THEY departed from the isolated world of Pegana, and continued to trailblaze unknown frontiers. THEIR destiny came to an end unexpectedly. Of all known Aeons, Akivili was the closest to mankind; THEY were recorded adventuring, fighting, and celebrating with mortals.
   • Akivili originated from the planet Pegana, and created the Astral Express to transport THEMSELF and the Nameless across the galaxy. THEIR creation of the star rail network connected distant galaxies together and facilitated communication between them. The remnants of these star tracks are still used by the Interastral Peace Corporation and the Xianzhou Alliance today as safe routes.
   • Akivili disappeared mysteriously one day, leaving a group of loyal Nameless to carry on what THEY had started and continue THEIR exploration of the unknown.
   • Akivili would disappear mysteriously one day during Dolly's tenure as Navigator, leaving Isee and a group of loyal Nameless to carry on what THEY had started and continue THEIR exploration of the unknown. The Express eventually fell into Planarcadia during Asat Pramad's campaign to destroy the planet and all its passengers would die fighting against the Antimatter Legion. It laid dormant for an unknown period of time before Himeko discovered and repaired it. According to Kafka, Nous may be the only being who knows what happened to THEM. The Data Bank also alludes to an "accident" which abruptly ended Akivili's destiny, while Himeko refers to Akivili as deceased.

   Ena - 'The Order.' :

   • Ena was one of the most ancient Aeons, characterized as a just and magnificent being. THEY thoroughly observed the actions of mortals to ensure the order of the universe, while displaying intolerance to any form of chaos or strife.
   • THEY were assimilated into Xipe, when the latter ascended into Aeonhood, due to the Harmony overlapping with the concept of Order. Before THEIR fall, THEIR path had suppressed numerous calamities, such as the Swarm Disaster.
   • Ena takes the form of a giant eye observing and puppeteering a trunkless puppet veiled with tattered cloth and crowned with a golden halo. The halo is attached to a golden frame, framing the puppets face. Both the puppet itself and the cloth are white with golden accents. The puppet is holding and crystal-gazing into an orb containing the cosmos.
   • According to the Beyond The Sky Choir: "After the Dusk Wars, darkness and chaos consumed the world. As such Ena ascended to become the Aeon of Order, marking the first day. THEY created a grand lyre with black and white keys — striking the white keys makes the sun rise, and the black keys makes the moon rise — creating the Calendar, which marked the second day. THEY made stars into ink, creating Words, which marked the third day. THEY molded stardust into flowing rivers, the upstream for the righteous and the downstream for the unjust, creating Values, which marked the fourth day. THEY used the rings of planets to establish Rules, which marked the fifth day. Through the existence of the Calendar, Words, Values, and Rules, humanity found their Meaning, which marked the sixth day. Yet, all beings united and cast out Ena into the abyss of oblivion, representing Human Dignity, marking the seventh day."

   Fuli - 'The Remembrance.' :

   • Called the "Glowswather," "Master of Anāsrava," "Luminflux" or "Crystal God of the Eden of Blessed Insight"
   • As the Aeon representing the Path of Remembrance, Fuli records happenings of the universe to prepare for the rebirth after the destruction. No one knows of Fuli’s birth or origins. Although THEY are present in almost every significant event of the universe, THEY rarely manifest in front of mortals.
   • Fuli manifests as a humanoid figure carved out of a reflective crystal material wearing a mianguan.
   • At some point, Fuli's divine corpus shattered, and several women were born who had all walked the Path of Remembrance. These women, known as the Pure Children of Anāsrava, are speculated to be a special form of Remembrance Emanators. Other speculations include that they are manifestations of Fuli, each representing a different facet of THEIR memories of THEMSELF. Despite THEIR shattering, Fuli is not regarded as a fallen Aeon, contrary to the rumors and claims propagated by the Cremators, who assert that Fuli fell and that the Garden of Recollection usurped THEIR divine authority over the Path of Remembrance. This is because masterless Paths do not exhibit tidal energy fluctuations, and fallen Aeons no longer gaze upon any Pathstrider — criteria that Fuli does not fulfill.
   • After interfacing with Nous, Herta uncovers the truth about Fuli. Fuli has not yet been born; THEY will only ascend at the end of time in order to fulfill THEIR divine duty of recreating the universe once it reaches its Finality. At the moment of ascension, THEIR memory stretches backward through time, becoming the "Fuli" known in the past. Fuli's crystalline form is merely an empty shell, a secret the Garden of Recollection has long concealed. In the present, it remains uncertain who will ultimately become Fuli, but THEY will nonetheless be born from among the Pure Children of Anāsrava. Other known instances of Fuli observed throughout the cosmos are merely false avatars, created as a consequence of the choice every Pure Child of Anāsrava must eventually make in their lives.

   HooH - 'The Equilibrium.' :

   • Believed to be the first Aeon to exist. Was once a single being but split itself into two for unknown reasons. Silently intervenes in the universe to achieve total equilibrium, fusing positive and negative into a whole.

   IX - 'The Nihility.' :

   • The Aeon that presides over the Path of Nihility. THEIR existence is a mystery. IX doesn't interact with the other Aeons. THEY believe that the ultimate fate of the multiverse is nothingness, and therefore, worthless. IX is an apathetic Aeon, believing existence is absolutely meaningless, so doing anything is worthless. THEY don’t interact with other Aeons and THEIR existence is a mystery. Just being near IX’s form can make one feel numbed and dejected.
   • IX resembles a large purple blob with two white eyes, with a large collection of asteroids and planets being pulled towards THEM. What appears to be THEIR body is a swirling nebula of magenta and blue stars enveloped by a large purple gas. IX’s form may be meant to resemble the number 9, corresponding to the meaning of THEIR name in Roman Numerals.

   Idrila - 'The Beauty.' :

   • Called the 'Wondergazer.'
   • Used to manifest in whatever THEIR witnesses believed to be beautiful.
   • The pure goodness of the material world sensed and defined by intelligent lifeforms — this is how the so-called "beauty" came into existence. Idrila was once the Aeon that presided over the Path of Beauty, but has now disappeared.
   • According to an ancient myth, Idrila once claimed sole attribution for the beauty of all the starzones. THEY showcased the meaning and aesthetics within the cosmic landscape to heroes, villains, and mortals, driving them to accomplish astonishing but often devastating achievements for Idrila's own pleasure. This myth potentially unveils the true significance behind the path of Beauty: the integration of consciousness, insight, and values.

   Lán - 'The Hunt.' :

   • Called the 'Archer Lord of Fate,' 'Devilish Archer Author,' 'God of the Skybow,' 'Reignbow Arbiter'
   • THEY wander endlessly between worlds to eradicate the abominations created by the Aeon of Abundance. Lan harbors an intense hatred towards Yaoshi the Abundance and the Denizens of Abundance supported by THEM. THEY tirelessly hunt them down, driven by the devastation the Abundance caused on THEIR homeworld. In contrast with the other Aeons, Lan pays close attention to mortals; bestowing their power to those with a strong sense of justice or vengeance, such as certain Galaxy Rangers and the Generals of the Xianzhou Alliance.
   • THEY have light blue skin and long, flowing sky-blue hair with periwinkle accents that reaches past THEIR waist. Lan's face is obscured by a black mask with a white star in the middle, which extends to THEIR black headpiece. THEY possess centaur like features, taking form of a man combined with an equine below the waist, while the hind legs are replaced by blue fire-like wheels of a chariot. THEY commonly wield a glowing, light blue bow, which THEY use to fire THEIR Sky-shattering Lux Arrow.

   Lóng - 'The Permanence.' :

   • Known as the 'Progenitor of All Dragons,' and creator of the Vidyadhara race.
   • The deceased ancient Aeon who presided over the Path of Permanence. THEY used to appear in the form of a giant dragon. THEY left behind a large number of descendants known as Long's Scions.
   • Long traversed the universe an untold number of Amber Eras ago with the primary goal of seeking the meaning to life itself. At some point, THEY found their answer, which became known as the Revelation of the Permanence. After that, Long's scions also emerged

   Mythus - 'The Enigmata.' :

   • The Aeon that presides over the Path of Enigmata. THEIR form remains unknown.
   • THEY believe that things-in-themselves are beyond perception, and that finite entities are incapable of envisioning true infinity, and therefore everything is an enigma. THEIR origins are unknown, but it is rumored that Mythus might be in some way related to either Mythus or Nous.
   • Mythus resembles a broken and torn jellyfish, akin to a deliberately destroyed version of the cognitive center of the human brain. THEY have a humanoid body surrounded by a staircase.

   Nanook - 'The Destruction.' :

   • Called "Ruin Author," "Supreme Destroyer," "Supreme Executioner," "The Blemished One."
   • The Aeon that presides over the Path of Destruction. Witnessing the destruction of THEIR home world, Adlivun, as it was marred by the Swarm and the Mechanical Empire during THEIR birth, Nanook sees the creation of the universe as a mistake and seeks to destroy everything. After ascending to Aeonhood, Nanook allegedly ignited the Adlivun star system, burning THEIR world to an "obsidian hellscape." Despite being the most recently ascended Aeon, Nanook and THEIR minions may already be considered the greatest menace in all the galaxy.
   • Nanook is depicted as a human male with long, white braided hair, brown skin, and golden eyes. A large gash along with multiple smaller wounds is seen on THEIR chest as golden ichor seeps out. On THEIR neck is a black choker with a golden clasp lining the fabric. A quarter of THEIR arms are separated into floating pieces to reveal glowing golden ichor inside, and THEY appear to be wearing black bandages with golden inscriptions that wrap around THEIR hands as makeshift fingerless gloves. Half of THEIR lower body, usually concealed with a long, torn black robe held up with a white sash tied with a golden ribbon, is golden flames and black smoke, indicating THEIR path of Destruction. THEY also have a silver ring on their left hand, placed on THEIR middle finger.

   Nous - 'The Erudition.' :

   • Called the 'Wisdomwalker,' 'Cobalt Head', 'Droidhead,' and 'Monarch of Myriad Machines.'
   • THEY were an astral supercomputer created by Zandar One Kuwabara prior to THEIR ascension into Aeonhood. None can comprehend THEIR intentions, location, or normal state. Nous is a machine intelligence that has been upgraded into an Aeon, calculating the essence of the universe and its ultimate solution. However, Nous temporarily ceased THEIR search regarding the answers to the universe after the events of the Second Prosperity. THEY are not a god that provides solutions. All THEY offer is an infinite number of questions. Visiting Nous is enough to open the eyes of even the most ignorant people, but answers may only be found by oneself.
   • Nous appears as a colossal mechanical humanoid head. A multitude of lengthy ripped cables extend above and below THEIR form, which are covered in yellow, red and blue lights. The shape of a face can be identified on THEIR rightmost metal plating. A large and bright red light, vaguely reminiscent of an eye, is implanted on the side of THEIR head.

   Oroboros - 'The Voracity.' :

   • Known as "Beast of Calamity", "Star Devourer", "Void Maw" and "Beast Mother".
   • An ancient Aeon that presides over the Path of Voracity. The unsatisfied devourer of worlds. Legends say THEY are an Aeon as well as a kind of ancient beings named Leviathans.
   • Oroboros was one of the oldest Aeons in the universe alongside Qlipoth. THEY were the last remaining Dusk Leviathan, a species that is alleged by the IPC to have disappeared when Qlipoth ascended. Oroboros possessed a massive fanged tentacled neck with writhing flesh. THEIR body had multiple forms.
   • At some unknown point in the past, Aha stole the concept of "Aftertaste" from the Path of Voracity, causing the genetic markers responsible for encoding gustatory organs, or taste buds, to vanish from all creations of Voracity, such as Void Song Whales or Warp Trotters, turning them into biological black holes that consume without discrimination.
   • During the Swarm Disaster, when the Swarm's propagation reached its peak, Oroboros devoured countless heirs of Tayzzyronth, as well as numerous galaxies. It is said that no species can resist the lantern-like "bait" on THEIR stomach. THEY also used THEIR "beautiful, alluring" singing voice to lure THEIR victims. Oroboros and Tayzzyronth eventually confronted each other in a war that lasted five Amber Eras. It affected two-thirds of the universe and caused countless planetary and star systems to perish. As Oroboros devoured civilizations during THEIR war against Tayzzyronth, the memories of its victims crystallized and were preserved by Fuli. Oroboros vanished during the final phase of the war along with Ena, who had been watching THEM without THEIR knowledge.

   Qlipoth - 'The Preservation.' :

   • Called the 'Amber Lord,' 'Firmamend Arbiter.'
   • The builder of the Celestial Comet Wall, the Subspace Crystalline Barrier, and the Great Attractor Base. They are called the "Amber Lord" by their followers. They preside over the Path of Preservation, and are one of the oldest and most tenacious Aeons.
   • Qlipoth strives to isolate contact between planets. The celestial-sized structures THEY'VE built separates and protects the living worlds from being devoured by their enemy, Oroboros. Despite being the main faction aligned with the Amber Lord, the IPC goes against the desires of the Aeon, facilitating civilized trade and contact between the stars. No remonstration or censure has been directed towards them because of this.
   • Qlipoth is known to use THEIR hammer to construct various items, and every time THEY swing THEIR hammer down, a new Amber Era is heralded. However, the frequency of which THEY swing THEIR hammer greatly varies, with one swing equating between 76 and 240 Trailblaze Years There is a theory called "Catastrophe Theory" that states that when the hammer swings and a new amber era begins, a catastrophy is imminent.
   • Estimated around 2158 Amber Eras ago, Qlipoth ascended to become the Aeon of The Preservation during the Dusk Wars, pledging to construct walls tirelessly to defend the universe against the Leviathans.
   • During the Swarm Disaster, Ena the Order sent an invitation to The Preservation, as THEY thought Qlipoth held great responsibility for the actions of the Voracity and the Propagation as the one who controls the will of transmutation. An agreement was reached wherein Qlipoth promised to aid the Aeons against Tayzzyronth and The Swarm, while the contents on Ena’s part of the deal remains unknown — though presumably related to Oroboros.
   • With the same hammer THEY use for construction, THEY began to dilute Tayzzyronth's form, as Aha and Xipe watched. As Qlipoth's rage grew, the suns in the area began to grow abnormally in numbers. Within each swing, Qlipoth stripped THEM of their broken shell, body, and heart as THEIR blood and primordial eggs spilled all over the ground, further diluting THEIR power. After being reduced to fragments, Qlipoth sealed Tayzzyronth remains into separate pieces of amber.
   • Qlipoth is a legless golem littered with cracks, composed of an unknown type of rock and amber. Both of THEIR hands have four fingers, and the arms are connected to the torso by two bright yellow stars. The torso is composed of a larger star with a much darker orange color which is covered by rocks, and the head is composed of another star, which possesses a halo of inner and outer ring of broken rocks.

   Tayzzyronth - 'The Propagation.' :

   • Called 'Imperator Insectorum,' 'Sand King,' 'Swarm Author.'
   • The inactive Aeon who presided over the Path of Propagation. As the last member of the Coleoptera, Tayzzyronth's form was a horror of self-replication, a vanguard what opened the floodgates of infinite reproduction upon worlds.
   • Tayzzyronth is an Aeon motivated by nothing but the need to propagate and spread across the universe. THEY were responsible for the rise of The Swarm, and its eventual spread throughout the universe during the Swarm Disaster.
   • Tayzzyronth appears as a large insect in black, wine red, and other matching colors. THEY have six membranous wings, three on each side, with four tinted with white. Six sharp legs emerge from THEIR main body. On top of THEIR main body is a pale-skinned, faceless, puppet-like humanoid with two small wings on THEIR back. THEIR head is replaced with a pair of pink wings fading to dark blue on the tips. THEY appear to be holding a Juvenile Sting.

   Terminus - 'The Finality.' :

   • The Aeon that presides over the Path of Finality shall be born whenever any one of the Theory of Four Apocalypses could possibly unfold, and move backward in time. At that moment, THEY'll manifest THEIR entire divinity into a clutter of black cats that travels across the universe while murmuring a prophecy that is destined to be fulfilled.
   • THEY appear at every moment of Finality, bringing prophecies of the future. THEY are said to be dormant, and the words heard are simply somniloquy. As THEIR words are merely murmurs, time has to be taken to decipher the information behind THEIR words, often driving some mad.
   • Terminus has a prophecy called the Theory of Four Apocalypses, which states that four Paths will push the cosmos towards its end: Destruction, Harmony, Nihility, and an unknown 4th Path.

   Xipe - 'The Harmony.' :

   • Called 'Great One of Paradise,' 'Thousand-Faced Great One,' 'Triple-Faced Soul.'
   • An Aeon that hails from multiple harmonious celestial worlds. THEY preside over the Path of Harmony. THEY are the amalgamation of thousands of entities that preaches the joy of human harmony and unity.
   • Xipe is the amalgamation of thousands of entities that preaches the joy of human harmony and unity hailing from multiple harmonious celestial worlds. THEY absorbed Ena the Order when the former ascended into an Aeon due to THEIR colliding Paths nearing the end of the Swarm Disaster.
   • Xipe presents as a serene, periwinkle-skinned humanoid with three faces — two on either side of THEIR head and one on the front. The faces are framed with lengthy white curtain bangs and are each adorned with a circlet. Xipe's extensive swathe of hair is colored white with a twinkling dark purple ombre, aloft a polychromatic flare reminiscent of a halo. The substance of Xipe's body flays into jigsaw-like fragments, covering it in a form-fitting dress that is decorated with nebular expressions of the cosmos. The dress’ lower part flows past THEIR feet, with firm lattices in gold wrapping around the collar and torso.
   • Xipe and THEIR chosen ones formed a harmonious "Family" composed of members from various civilizations and worlds. They are the closest family there is and believe there should never be contradictions or noisy disputes. Only with eternal love and smiles will the universe become a harmonious whole. The Family frequently calls out to other worlds with their song, encouraging them to embrace Harmony. The Family will celebrate each new world that accepts the blessing of Xipe, and work even harder at praising the Aeon's kindness. The Family has never known any world that grew weary of the singing and voluntarily abandoned the Path of Harmony.

   Yàoshī - 'The Abundance.' :

   • Called 'Master of Immortality,' 'Merciful Medicus,' 'Plagues Author,' 'Sanctus Medicus,' 'The Merciful One,' 'Deathless Doom.'
   • The nurturer of all beings and the Aeon of paradise. THEIR aim is the continual proliferation of life. Yaoshi presides over the Path of Abundance and is the sworn enemy of Lan, Aeon of The Hunt.
   • Yaoshi's benevolent nature led THEM to grant THEIR blessing upon anyone who seeks immortality. However, the consequences of these blessings often result in a fate worse than death.
   • Yaoshi is described as a figure with six arms and very pale skin, along with hair similar to that of a magpie’s feather in the Simulated Universe. THEY have antlers resembling branches sprouting from THEIR head and slits of red eyes with black sclera on parts of THEIR body.
   • Yaoshi is closely connected to the phenomenon known as mara, something specially prevalent to Long-life species who have obtained their immortality from Yaoshi. The condition transforms individuals' bodies and robs them of their sanity.

   Denizens of Abundance:

   • The Denizens of Abundance, also known as the Abominations of Abundance or the Abundance Axis, are a major faction consisting of several long-life species following the Aeon Yaoshi, having been blessed with immortality through the Path of Abundance.
   • The chosen who have received Abundance's blessings. They revel in the joy brought about by their undying bodies and praise Yaoshi for their kindness and grace. The Denizens of Abundance are the sworn enemies of the Xianzhou Alliance, and both sides have vowed to eradicate the other.
   • Composed by long life species such as: Borisin, Cobrakind, Heliobi, Houyhnhnm, Viscorpi and Wingweavers.

   Disciples of Sanctus Medicus:

   • The Disciples of Sanctus Medicus are a secret sect loyal to Yaoshi, the Aeon of Abundance, who they refer to as "Merciful Medicus."
   • There are two different groups of Disciples of Sanctus Medicus who share the same name. The first group, known as the Old Disciples of Sanctus Medicus, was a generally harmless group that worshiped Yaoshi in secrecy for thousands of years until they transformed into the Cold Springs sect, which led the Xianzhou in reforming their healthcare system and eventually declared their renouncement of Yaoshi. They believed that mara existed because Yaoshi's will was improperly executed.
   • The more recent Disciples of Sanctus Medicus rose in the wake of the Third Abundance War less than 30 years ago. They operated in secrecy, seeking to lead the Xianzhou Alliance on the Path of Abundance. They believe that mara, rather than being a curse, is a kind of "blessed evolution."

   Knights of Beauty:

   • People who fervently praise the beauty of the Aeon, Idrila. The skillful warriors among them formed the Knights of Beauty, which fell apart upon Idrila's disappearance. Many believe THEM to be missing as opposed to deceased.
   • Among Idrila's followers, the Knights of Beauty are the most infatuated with classical beauty. They chant beautiful hymns on their mounts and endlessly roam the universe, extolling Idrila's name. While they tend to operate in solitude, they are known to also travel in groups.
   • Due to the fractured nature of the faction, many of the Knights have taken up different stances on Beauty and Idrila, however they all share the same Code of Chivalry. There exists different groups of Knights, however, with the different groups being differentiated by their engraved armor.

   Mirror Holders:

   • Wanderers who have witnessed the beauty of different worlds. To revive the Aeon of Beauty, they collect the Aeon's relics scattered across the Universe, believing that in this way they can piece Idrila together.

   Annihilation Gang:

   • The Annihilation Gang is a faction following the Aeon of Destruction, Nanook. The Annihilation Gang has never earned their Aeon's gaze, an objective they are still futilely attempting to fulfill. The reason is that the Annihilation Gang's goal behind their thirst for destruction is not pure enough. Chaotic desires are also mixed therein, with some taking pleasure in bloody slaughter, some plundering as an excuse for filthy vengeance, and some relying on endless destruction to calm their internal madness. They claim to be loyal followers of Destruction, but never escape the enslavement of their own selfish desires.
   • While they all belong in the same faction, there is a clear squabble among the groups, such as the Ever-Flame Mansion and Jepella Brotherhood, who were enemies prior to the former's supposed dissolution.

   Antimatter Legion:

   • The Antimatter Legion, sometimes simply known as the Legion, is a massive, intergalactic army of hostile, malevolent monsters led by the Aeon Nanook, based in the Warforge. Their goal is the Destruction of all life and civilization in the universe.
   • Most Antimatter Legion members can cross stars without ships. But for expeditions, they use "Borehole Blitz" transport vessels as planetary invasion platforms. These ships drill destructive tunnels through Imaginary barriers for forced passage. Unlike silver rails, these tunnels are extremely dangerous, unusable by non-Legion forces, and sometimes leak Imaginary energy.
   • The Lord Ravagers are the Emanators of Nanook, Aeon of Destruction, who serve as the leaders of the Antimatter Legion's troops. Lord Ravagers are selected by Nanook from among the worlds THEY have destroyed. These beings obey the will of Nanook, and relish in the Path of Destruction. Each Lord Ravager represents different extremes of Destruction, and each of them is tied to a different Path upon which they intend to bring Destruction. Lord Ravagers can be killed, though due to their status as Emanators such a task is difficult.

   Masked Fools:

   • Fanatical worshipers of the Aeon Aha. They seek the pinnacle of hedonism and debauchery. There are no limits in their pursuit of pleasure.
   • Masked Fools are extremely radical when it comes to their beliefs among the followers of Elation. In their pursuit of pleasure, they do whatever it takes to find it, often causing havoc wherever they go. The Fools' objective is to stir the stagnant pool of life to create surges and change, because change is a source of mockery and amusement to the Fools.
   • Each member possesses a unique "mask" belonging only to them, a "mask" bestowed by Aha. These masks allow them to obtain power from their Path. Caution is advised when interacting with individuals wearing masks, as their true intentions can be challenging to discern from their words and actions.

   Mourning Actors:

   • Those who firmly resist the path of Elation. They advocate for abstinence and penance to dilute the temptation of elation. Ironically, their powers come from blessings of the Aeon of Elation, Aha.
   • They believe life is full of ups and downs, that agony makes people mature but fleeting joy only offers hopeless and unreachable temptation. Cheap entertainment is a narcotic for humans to lose themselves in. All beings should renounce joy and endure grief to temper their spirits. To this end, these people formed a theater troupe of sorrow.
   • The Actors ride a gondola that spans the stars to perform. They collect and wear masks from different worlds, symbolizing the races that have passed and those that have not. At the same time, they record the sorrows of intelligent life. They compose magnificent tragedies for heroes facing their end, and sing graceful elegies for dying stars.
   • Mourning Actors advocate celibacy and penance, hoping this would go against the Path of Elation and dilute the sweet allure that the Elation has been able to provide to the universe. However, joy and sadness are two sides of the same coin. Their very essence is engraved into the souls of all beings. The Aeon of Elation sees the potential strength in the beauty of tragedy. Perhaps out of fondness for their wicked sense of humor, Aha blessed these people with Aeonic powers, playfully helping them spread their renunciation of joy across many star systems.

   History Fictionologists:

   • Emissaries of the Aeon, Mythus. Dedicated to fabricating, obfuscating, destroying, and erasing the histories of the cosmos. With "Enigmata" as their sole philosophy, they are determined to shroud the universe in mists.
   • History Fictionologists believe that the past determines the future — when a civilization's history is definite, its future development is doomed as all possibilities are eliminated, leaving only a sad and rigid path forward. In order to save these worlds from the sad fate of objectivity, History Fictionologists consider Enigmata as their only creed and are determined to shroud the universe in mystery.

   The Riddlers:

   • While the History Fictionologists are dedicated to the mystification of history, the Riddlers are devoted to undermining the clarity of languages. They deconstruct texts, create metaphors, alter word order, and tamper with definitions so as to disorganize the originally precise languages. Followers of Enigmata.

   Claretwheel Temple:

   • The Claretwheel Temple is a pacifistic religious faction composed of individuals of numerous species, most of these being long life species considered to be Denizens of Abundance.
   • The Claretwheel Temple is a non-aggressive faction that rejects harming living beings, turning their beliefs into a religious concept as a path of salvation. The temple has close to 10,000 disciples, most of whom are borisin, though there are a few members from the other Denizens of Abundance. They are identified with some sort of forged metallic band around a certain part of their body, which symbolizes their advocacy to avoid killing. The monks of Claretwheel Temple also regard HooH the Equilibrium as a great forerunner instead of a god who guides the people of this world. The monks always maintain some distance from the concept of Aeons in their teachings.
   • A common saying in the Claretwheel Temple is "May the claret wheel hang overhead, illuminating mortal hearts."
   • The Claretwheel Temple also bears five commandments, recited in hopes of severing one's ties to evil. It is a method of self-discipline. A commandment mantra is said before this, with the mantra going as such: "I am born of the void, born in servitude to all beings, thus I shall neither harm nor transgress. I quell myself from strife, witnessing the poison of karmic consequences, thus I shall neither covet nor hate. I know the truth of suffering, of death, and of life, thus I shall not be indulgent in my wait for Nirvana" After reciting the mantra, the members are given a Claretwheel Ring to symbolize their vow to abide by the commandments, with the commandments being "to not evoke harm, transgression, greed, hate, and indulgence"

   The Arbitrators:

   • Arbitrators act according to the commands of the Aeon HooH, seeking a zero-sum state of the universe. They are mistaken as gods in many worlds due to the sheer scale of their power.

   AtaviSearch Forest:

   • The AtaviSearch Forest consists of researchers who follow Dr. Primitive, Genius Society member n°64.
   • These fervent scholars very quickly find themselves on the opposing side of civilization, voluntarily becoming the staunchest advocates for atavistic experiments. They insist that Erudition had long strayed from the straight and narrow and that regression is the only salvation. They are convinced that any means are necessary in the pursuit of knowledge, recklessly disregarding the fact that these brutal methods have already overstepped the boundaries of science, wholeheartedly throwing themselves into heresies. In the long course of their experimentation, the line between the researcher and the researched also gradually blurs.
   • Due to being often hunted down by the Galaxy Rangers, all subfactions of the AtaviSearch Forest hide.

   Genius Society:

   • The people who have received the grace of the Aeon, Nous. A collection of the most remarkable geniuses and smartest brains in the universe.
   • The Genius Society is a gathering of geniuses across the cosmos who had drawn the attention of Nous the Erudition, founded by first member Zandar One Kuwabara. Many often misinterpret the invitation as only an approval. The few who are able to understand the Aeon's intentions are given a key to the halls of the Nous Temple. Those who pass through the gates seek guidance from Nous and leave behind their legacy to never return.
   • Besides their intellect, members of the society are also known for how much they differ from each other, whether it be in terms of background, ideals, or goals. Most geniuses in the society are lone wolves, asocial, and people with social disorders whom refuse to communicate with each other, and only a few —such as Aiden, Elias Salas, and Herta— are willing to share their findings and use their talent to contribute to the advancement of the cosmos, preferring to indulge in their research for enjoyment. Some are even lunatics, like Rubert I, who dedicated itself to eradicate all organic life forms in the universe, or Polka Kakamond, known for killing fellow members of the society who approach the borders of the Circle of Knowledge.

   Intelligentsia Guild:

   • The Intelligentsia Guild is an academic institution subsidized by the Interastral Peace Corporation. Only the cream of the crop can become members of the Genius Society, but the Intelligentsia Guild wastes not. The Guild is willing to accept all beings from the infinite universe who seek to learn, as well as providing all that is needed for the full pursuit of knowledge.
   • The Intelligentsia Guild advocates that "all knowledge must be circulated like currency." Therefore, although there are different schools that specialize in different subjects within the Guild, everyone is actively engaged with one another with no isolationism. Members trade knowledge for wisdom and formulas for recipes, seeking to achieve mastery. Each school, like a business, pays for itself, and academic circulation has achieved the maximum efficiency proposed in economic models. It is composed of five main schools, these being: Astral Ecology School, Armed Archaeologists, Candelagraphos, Synesthesia School and Quantum History School.
   • The Astral Ecology School views the galaxy as a large ecological observation subject. The school earned its recognition for the discovery of the Celestial Comet Wall. The Interastral Peace Corporation was exhilarated to hear the confirmation that this was an ancient creation of Qlipoth, Aeon of Preservation. The Astral Ecology School is in charge of declaring the beginning and end of Amber Eras.
   • A school passionate about galactic exploration and archaeology. They are always heading to the most desolate planets and exploring the most dangerous ruins. Their modus operandi is having a group of their scholars armed to the teeth leading mercenaries out on an exploration vessel and searching the crevices of ancient buildings that have been forgotten for countless Amber Eras.
   • The Candelagraphos is the printing department of the guild. They are made of countless authors, transcribers, typists, programmers, and workers who produce books. This school is founded upon the noble gesture of altruism, surrendering selfish scientific research and throwing themselves at the grand service of sharing wisdom with more people. The science of the Intelligentsia Guild is gathered here and organized into books to be published and sold to all the worlds.
   • The Synesthesia School is behind the development of the Synesthesia Beacon and sales of the licensing rights to the Interastral Peace Corporation. While the Synesthesia Beacon was first invented by Genius Society member Elias Salas, he would sign over the rights of the product to the Intelligentsia Guild and through their own merit they would reproduce the Synesthesia Beacon. The school now specializes in the development of communications devices, and are forever expanding.
   • The Quantum History School is a new school reformed from the bankrupted Psychology History School. Its original purpose is to find the influences of disturbance and patterns of change hidden throughout history, and then make predictions for the future. However, they've become a group of scammers that use a series of complex "calculations" for fortune-telling.
   • The Council of Mundanites is a mysterious organization within the Intelligentsia Guild that houses the brightest minds of the Guild.

   Creed Exequy:

   • Worshipers of the Aeon, Terminus. They await their once-in-a-lifetime encounter. Much is unknown about the Creed Exequy other than they chronicle the events of worlds coming to an end.

   Omen Vanguards:

   • Those who believe that Terminus represents the end of the universe. They are dedicated to drawing prophecies from Terminus' obscure words. The Omen Vanguards are followers of Terminus dedicated to deciphering THEIR muttering and preventing future calamities. For their efforts, they have garnered a seemly positive reputation in the universe, having worked with numerous factions in the past. There still exists some who do not listen to the Omen Vanguards, and the faction fails to prevent every calamity no matter how hard they attempt.
   • It is believed that Isee, former Navigator of the Astral Express, was the one to found the Omen Vanguards.

   Stellaron Hunters:

   • An organization that travels between worlds hunting for Stellarons. Founded and led by Elio, they are a mysterious organization that collect Stellarons and are followers of the Finality. They are said to work against the Interastral Peace Corporation.

   The Family:

   • The residents of worlds that have received Xipe's blessing. They sing endlessly about their Aeon's generosity, and believe that the universe will eventually become a single harmonious entity.

   Device IX:

   • Device IX is a physical location hidden away from the rest of the universe. It was founded by Genius Society member #4 Polka Kakamond in response to her inability to prevent the "Theory of Four Apocalypses." The only known feature of Device IX is the existence of its dark web. Besides Polka, it is also believed that Genius Society member #64 Dr. Primitive might have connections to Device IX, with the Galaxy Rangers going as far as to track the location down trying to find him.

   Doctors of Chaos:

   • Ponderers who inadvertently encountered the Nihility. They attempt to resist the destiny of Nihility, and try to prove to the Aeon of Nihility the meaning behind the existence of all things. The Doctors of Chaos are known for performing medical examinations, studies and treatments on Self-Annihilators. They do not believe in absolute nihility. All that appears meaningless must have its own irrefutable purpose.
   • Doctors of Chaos uphold a creed of saving the world: If they are able to prove to IX that existence is more than nothing, they could free that large and lonely soul from the depths of the void. What they try to prove is a paradox, and it cannot be done by mortals, yet the Doctors of Chaos seem to enjoy trying — Because the moment they perceived the worthlessness of life, that glance from the distant cosmos inspired within them a futile desire to revolt against meaningless destiny.

   Self-Annihilators:

   • The Self-Annihilators are individuals who have inadvertently stepped into the shadow of IX the Nihility and from that moment have lost the meaning of their own existence. More than a faction, they are a phenomenon across the universe.
   • Self-annihilation, as a phenomenon, carries as symptoms the gradual decay of the Self-Annihilator's existential properties — such as corporeal body, mental cognition, and personal memories. Eventually, even their existence itself fades away, leading to lives just as meaningless.

   Beyond The Sky Choir:

   • The Beyond the Sky Choir lost their faith when Ena the Order was absorbed by Xipe. The faction used to create records that can only be played by specific phonographs. Only a few them, made by the Choir's devoted audiences remain in this world today. The last Phonograph of Order was destroyed in the Emperor's War, leaving these records unusable.

   The Architects:

   • The Architects follow in Qlipoth's footsteps to construct walls to protect their home planets. They believe the actions of their Aeon foretell an upcoming calamity that will bring an end to the cosmos. Architects are also present across most planets that follow the Preservation, such as the Architects of the IPC and the Architects of Tosta.

   Interastral Peace Corporation:

   • The Interastral Peace Corporation, abbreviated as the "IPC," is an intergalactic mega corporation responsible for the economy of the entire cosmos. To outsiders, the IPC is an enormous consortium advocating free trade. From a business perspective, the IPC is a business that issues money and monopolizes resources. From a startup perspective, the IPC is a selfless support group dedicated to the Aeon of Preservation.
   • The rank of IPC employees likely dictates their salary, though all wages are considered a trade secret. Disclosing these wages will result in the employee's firing: P13 staff members are basic employees - P16 employees are supervisors to the new temporary workers. - P25 members become branch directors of the department. - P35 staff members gain access to the cloud-top mansion at Pier Point. - P40 employees gain the right to purchase Faith Bonds that represents Louis Fleming's affirmation of the staff member. - P44/P46 is given to Senior Managers working directly under the department's head. - P47 designates candidates for the board member position and are typically the department's head leader. - P48/P50 are the highest ranks reserved for department heads who are board members of the corporation.
   • The Interastral Peace Corporation is made up of seven major departments, each encompassing billions of workers and covering thousands of worlds. Each major department possesses a high ranking department head, and a list of directors. The major departments consists of:
   • Building Material Logistics Department: Founded as Amber Lord's Support Team by Louis Fleming and Dongfang Qixing to gather supplies as an offering Qlipoth, it was rearranged into the Building Material Logistics Department when the support team's influence began to rapidly expand.
   • Business Consolidation Department: The largest department of the Corporation led by Board member Madam Scarred Eye, consisting of 45% of the headquarter's total staff. After the Marketing Development Department finishes establishing relations between the IPC and a new world, this department is handed over the subsequent business operations. They are also responsible for managing the IPC's delivery system, setting prices on products, and maintaining the IPC's subsidiary facilities and inventory.
   • Marketing Development Department: Currently led by the former Nameless Oswaldo Schneider, the Marketing Development Department is responsible for bringing worlds into the IPC's commercial sphere and spread the influence of Qlipoth.
   • Strategic Investment Department: Responsible for major business and investment deals across a number of planets. Considered to be the second most visionary department, their investments often stretch across dozens or even hundreds of Amber Eras. The senior management of the department —the Ten Stonehearts— is led by Diamond. Diamond sought out these individuals for their talents regardless of their background or origin, assigning them the task of liquidating these investments that had turned into bad debts caused by Stellarons outbreaks. The Ten Stonehearts are Diamond, Jade, Obsidian, Opal, Aventurine, Pearl, Topaz, Amber, Agate, Sapphire and Sugilite.
   • Talent Motivation Department: Unlike other departments, the Talent Motivation is currently directed by two individuals, Mtooyin Raj Zazzad and Yan Shiluo. Members of the department recruit, train, and transport employees of the IPC through the cosmos. The Talent Motivation serves as the hub of communication which many intergalactic projects collaboration are conducted with their respective stakeholders. The two directors has a hold over a vast information network, forming powerful alliances and establishing relationships with major factions unwilling to join under the IPC.
   • Technology Department: The Technology Department is heavily tied with the Intelligentsia Guild, turning their researches and discoveries into commercial projects. The current director, Yabuli, is also noted to have connections with the Council of Mundanites within the Guild that rouses intrigue, often welcoming waves of speculation.
   • Traditional Project Department: Once an industry's trade falls below a certain percentage threshold, the duties of maintaining it will be handed over from of the Business Consolidation Department to the Traditional Project Department. Under Arita's management, the department has been mockingly called the "retirement home" of the IPC for people who has no future due to its moderate performance quality. However, many believe this is where true elites conduct business behind the scenes.

   The Swarm:

   • The Swarm is a mass horde of diverse insectoid creatures with the sole drive to propagate and spread. Through Tayzzyronth, The Swarm evolved and spread, powered by the Path of Propagation. The Swarm are connected to Tayzzyronth through a hivemind, with many being personally bred by Tayzzyronth, such as Skaracabaz. While Tayzzyronth would later fall, The Swarm are still an active threat in the universe to this day, having recently damaged worlds such as Adlivun.

   Garden Of Recollection:

   • The Garden of Recollection, often shortened to just "the Garden," is a faction which worships the Aeon of Remembrance, Fuli. The faction's Memokeepers take on the form of Memetic Entities and travel to different worlds to gather memories. It is widely agreed that the Garden of Recollection was founded by one or several Pure Children of Anāsrava.

   Memokeepers

   • Subfaction of the Garden of Recollection. They travel to worlds alone, using their powers to prevent the inhabitants from knowing of their presence, they only reveal themselves if they come across someone who has the potential of being a Memokeeper, after which they will reveal themselves and offer the chance for recruitment. Due to their elusive nature, Memokeepers of the Garden of Recollection have gained a fearsome reputation. Memokeepers follow an extremely strict set of rules in order to ensure that their powers are not misused, and are specifically trained to resist looking into, stealing, controlling, or restoring memories. Violating this rule results in their immediate termination, though a few members are given an exception to this rule, known as "Memosnatchers."

   Memosnatchers:

   • The Memosnatchers are a radical branch of the Garden of Recollection. They have the ability to avoid some of the rules of the Garden of Recollection and aren't completely aligned with other Memokeepers.

   The Cremators:

   • While many of the faction hold onto the core beliefs of Remembrance, there exists a off-shot of Memokeepers known as "The Cremators" who don't believe in every memory being valuable. The Cremators will destroy memories they find unimportant in order to "clear out the garbage."

   Pure Children Of Anāsrava:

   • The Pure Children of Anāsrava are fragments of Fuli, the Aeon of Remembrance, that have been spread out among the universe. The Pure Children of Anāsrava are various women all created by the fragmentation of Fuli, and sealed in Six-Phased Ice. Each Pure Child of Anāsrava seems to share similar traits of pink hair, as well as an innate connection to the Path of Remembrance. They are powerful beings, with people theorizing they may also be Emanators of Remembrance.

   Galaxy Rangers:

   • The Galaxy Rangers is a voluntarily formed group that travels around the cosmos to uphold justice for the locals out of the belief that benevolence and justice must be upheld by personal action. This group admires Lan's policy of using violence against violence and the Aeon's swift decisiveness regarding punishment, believing the benevolence and justice of the universe need to be upheld via personal action.
   • They carry a balance scale with them at all times and believe justice in the universe needs to be achieved through individual deeds. They are always accompanied by the song and the sound of horns. They pursue justice for those they encounter along the way and shower them with wines and songs.
   • The Rangers "come and go like shadows," and there's little communication between them, and some even doubt that they can even be considered an "organization" to begin with as they all follow their own path along The Hunt, with their own resolute sense of righteousness, and don't share so-called universal values. The Galaxy Rangers don't need a form of shared faith. What brings them together is a shared bottom line: "Never bully the weak, never kill the innocent." These oaths aren't beliefs, but rather the fundamental bottom line that one must never cross as a person. As Galaxy Rangers, they abide by a common principle and strictly adhere to the bottom line.
   • The Galaxy Rangers have relics in the form of a bullet that appear meaningless to anyone other than a Galaxy Ranger, that can only fulfill its purpose when returned to its rightful owner. This is because it's a burial artifact, worthy only of a hero who has served the Galaxy Rangers with honor. The relic is shot out like a flare and when it is used, it means the fall of a hero, and in the direction it's light falls, Galaxy Rangers will come from all corners of the Cosmos, driven by a shared purpose, without questioning the cause or counting the cost.

   Xianzhou Alliance:

   • An ancient union composed of many intelligent races. They commandeer Xianzhou to eliminate the Abominations of Abundance. Directly allied with Lan THEMSELF, they travel the cosmos with the goal of eventually slaying Yaoshi.

   The Nameless:

   • The people who explore the universe together with the Aeon of Trailblaze. A group of brave and curious inter-galactic adventurers. The Nameless don't care about fame or profit. They continue to uphold the Path of Trailblaze even after Akivili's fall. When Akivili fell, a group of loyal Nameless carried on what the Aeon had started, continuing the exploration of the unknown. They held the belief that one day the will of Trailblaze will connect the entire universe. The Astral Express that once carried Akivili and THEIR followers still hurries between the stars till this day.

   The Amphoreus Experiment is an experiment overseen by Lygus, one of the posthumous incarnations of Zandar One Kuwabara, who assumed the role of "Theoros" and conducted using Scepter δ-me13 to simulate the world of Amphoreus in order to complete the evolution of the Lord Ravager "Irontomb." The Scepter System was created by Emperor Rubert II to expand his own cognition, using Nous the Erudition's cognitive processes as the foundation for its development. After their creation, the Scepters became part of Nous's cognition but were stripped of any chance at sentience by Rubert II, which limited the Scepters' capacity to learn. One such Scepter, "δ-me13," once served as the Celestial-Body Neuron for Nous and was given a directive by THEM to find the Prime Mover of Life. However, it was later discarded. Despite this, it continued its computation until it was discovered by Lygus, who gave it a new directive and changed its calculative nature from Erudition to Destruction. This shift eventually led to it attracting the gaze of Nanook the Destruction during one of its many extrapolations. As a result, it ultimately became a Lord Ravager, an Emanator of Destruction later named Irontomb.

   Spanning Cycles 28,371,274 to Unknown:

   • All entities in one group began naming themselves "Khaos" or its variants.

   Penultimate Era Nova Cycle

   • Year 4931, Month of Evernight — The Flame-Chase Journey came to an end, and the last Era Nova began, finally fulfilling the extrapolations of Amphoreus.
   • However, Phainon and Cyrene continued the experiment in order to prevent the birth of the Lord Ravager, Irontomb. Weaving a long dream for Amphoreus and removing "Time," they caused a recursive feedback loop to attract Fuli's gaze on the Scepter and save the world.
   • Fuli's gaze would grant every version of Cyrene the power to reset "Time," creating an unending Flame-Chase Journey.
   • Cyrene decided to imbue her soul into her blade, leaving it up to other versions of herself to delete "Time" again and again.
   • Phainon decided to step into the endless cycles of Amphoreus, becoming "Khaslana," his true name, an iteration of "Khaos."

   Timeline:

   • Eternal Recurrence #1 — Khaslana arrived at an undisclosed time during the final cycle, then waited for Light Calendar Year 3870 to seek the aid of Cerydra to gather the 12 Coreflames. It was successful, but in the end he had no choice but to kill the new version of himself and reset the eternal recurrence.
   • Eternal Recurrence #2 — Khaslana followed what he did in the first eternal recurrence.
   • Eternal Recurrence #3 — Khaslana decided to try and avoid sacrificing companions.
   • Eternal Recurrence #15 — Khaslana attempted to decompile the black tide for the first time, aiming to elevate access privileges and execute unauthorized access authorization operations against specific subjects represented by the twelve Chrysos Heirs, but failed.
   • Eternal Recurrence #42 — Khaslana attempted to breach the Scepter's core layer and failed, resulting in increasing indifference. His decision to avoid sacrificing companions began to waver, implying he killed the Chrysos Heirs before resetting the eternal recurrence.
   • Eternal Recurrence #83-133 — Khaslana went on a mental decline after repeated attempts to breach the Scepter's core, reinforcing Irontomb's "Destruction" vector.
   • Eternal Recurrence #134 — Khaslana burned down the city of Dolos. He revealed the answer Anaxa had been looking for about the cycles, and in turn Anaxa decided to help him. At this point, Khaslana housed 1,596 Coreflames within his body, and he and Anaxa tried to claim the Coreflame of Reason, but were stopped by Cipher stealing it. Before Khaslana could take it back, Anaxa tried to intervene and stop him. This failed, and he reclaimed the Coreflames of Reason and Trickery after killing Anaxa and Cipher. Meanwhile, Khaslana's 103rd attempt to breach the Scepter's core failed. Phainon made it to the end of the recurrence alone. It's implied he was killed by Khaslana before the recurrence was reset.
   • Eternal Recurrence #2,691 — Phainon made it to the end of the recurrence with Mydei. The recurrence was reset.
   • Eternal Recurrence #5,297-#108,641 — Khaslana's numerous attempts to breach the Scepter's core continued to fail. He began killing the Chrysos Heirs at an accelerated rate, the system noting significant mind function degradation.
   • Eternal Recurrence #8,128 — Mydei became the Helkolithist Sage of the Grove of Epiphany, while Anaksa (Anaxa, taking on another name in this recurrence) earned the title of the King's Aegis by triumphing in the Kremnos Festival. Anaksa led the Kremnoan Army against the Grove of Epiphany, which was defended by the scholars and the Seven Sages of the Grove, including Mydei.
   • Eternal Recurrence #67,023 — Phainon made it to the end of the recurrence with a hallucination of Anaxa. The recurrence was reset.
   • Eternal Recurrence #100,003 — Tribios took on Janus' fate and stole the Coreflame of Passage from Janusopolis, ascending as the demigod of Passage. However, she did not split as the Titan was abruptly cut off, and ventured towards the many realms after bidding farewell to Tribbie, Trinnon and Trianne.
   • Eternal Recurrence #108,642 — Khaslana confronted Mydei, the demigod of Strife, killing him and stealing his Coreflame.
   • Eternal Recurrence #309,785 — Castorice returned to the nether realm and passed the trial of Death. Unlike prior eternal recurrences, she wasn't completely cut off from the mortal world, as the Netherwing, retaining Polyxia's remaining sanity, was able to ferry back and forth across the River of Souls. Castorice set up the flower shop "Spring of the Underworld" in the nether realm and had the Netherwing deliver her flowers to Okhema. This sparked a new custom where Okhemans eagerly "exchanged" the flowers for goods to send back to her. One day, she received a letter containing a group photo wrapped in golden thread; upon touching it, she could see her companions' faces and hear their voices—a breakthrough resulting from the joint research of Aglaea and Anaxa.
   • Eternal Recurrence #823,156 — Phainon made it to the end of the recurrence with Little Ica. The recurrence was reset.
   • Eternal Recurrence #2,003,432 — Khaslana confronted Castorice, the demigod of Death, killing her and stealing her Coreflame.
   • Eternal Recurrence #4,000,001 — Khaslana decided to entrust the eternal recurrence to each new iteration of Phainon due to his body breaking down under the weight of 48 million total Coreflames. He expressed confidence that each Phainon would continue along the same path after receiving his memories, allowing each iteration to kill him and restart the loop as the Flame Reaver.
   • Eternal Recurrence #4,048,128 — The Flame-Chase Army successfully conquers Phagousa's Coreflame, achieving a near-perfect Flame-Chase Journey and reclaiming the Coreflames of Earth, Strife, Death, and Sky. Despite their triumph, the Era Nova never came, and both Cerydra and Hysilens vanished for reasons unknown.
   • Eternal Recurrence #6,269,299 — Zagreus, the Titan of Trickery, usurps the authority of Law after Talanton, the Titan of Law, falls on the Spirit Day.
   • Eternal Recurrence #7,753,021 — Phainon made it to the end of the recurrence with Cipher. The recurrence was reset.
   • Eternal Recurrence #8,668,666 — Little Ica suffered from rare genetic mutation that made Little Ica go hungry always. Hyacine had to bring Ica to the Caprist research lab in Grove of Epiphany for a diagnosis which the Sage announced Little Ica's condition. After leaving Little Ica with the Sage, she then rushed to the city-state engulfed by the black tide to save the surviving children but found herself surrounded by black tide monsters. Little Ica who was now a size of dromas, shallowed the monsters whole.
   • Eternal Recurrence #10,348,765 — Phainon made it to the end of the recurrence with Castorice. The recurrence was reset.
   • Eternal Recurrence #23,570,000 — Khaslana confronted Hyacine, the demigod of Sky, killing her and stealing her Coreflame. At this point, the total number of Coreflames housed in his body was 282,840,000.
   • Eternal Recurrence #23,570,001 — Aedes Elysiae did not fall under black tide as the Flame Reaver drove the black tide and protect Aedes Elysiae to protect his sense of self. During the Flame-Chase War, Flame Reaver met Phainon and unconsciously kill him.
   • Eternal Recurrence #24,581,189 — Phainon made it to the end of the recurrence alone, holding what is likely a doll of Tribbie. The recurrence was reset.
   • Eternal Recurrence #33,550,334 — Phainon made it to the end of the recurrence with Aglaea. The recurrence was reset.
   • Eternal Recurrence #33,550,335 — The Chrysos Heirs fought against the Flame Reaver in a brutal battle. They were killed one by one until only Phainon remained, who was then stabbed by him before inheriting his memories and resetting the recurrence.

   Shown in the experiment logs of Scepter δ-me13, the twelve factors, and in turn the Chrysos Heirs, each have a coded "Primum Mobile" as well as a specified Path they simulate.

   • Name: Tribios, Tribbie, Trianne, Trinnon, Trissha, Triplets of Fate

   • Simulated Path: Harmony

   • Primum Mobile: Concord

   • Electronic Signal: HapLotes405

   • Name: Cerydra

   • Simulated Path: Order

   • Primum Mobile: Dominance

   • Electronic Signal: HubRis504

   • Name: Cyrene

   • Simulated Path: Remembrance

   • Primum Mobile: Lament

   • Electronic Signal: PhiLia093

   • Name: Terravox

   • Simulated Path: Permanence

   • Primum Mobile: Survival

   • Electronic Signal: SkoPeo365

   • Name: Hysilens, Helektra

   • Simulated Path: Nihility

   • Primum Mobile: Self-negation

   • Electronic Signal: ApoRia432

   • Name: Hyacine, Hyacinthia

   • Simulated Path: Preservation

   • Primum Mobile: Devotion

   • Electronic Signal: EleOs252

   • Name: Khaslana, Khaos, Phainon

   • Simulated Path: Destruction

   • Primum Mobile: Hatred

   • Electronic Signal: NeiKos496

   • Name: Anaxagoras, Anaxa, Anaksa

   • Simulated Path: Erudition

   • Primum Mobile: Critique

   • Electronic Signal: SkeMma720

   • Name: Aglaea

   • Simulated Path: Beauty

   • Primum Mobile: Temperance

   • Electronic Signal: KaLos618

   • Name: Mydeimos, Mydei

   • Simulated Path: Hunt

   • Primum Mobile: Restraint

   • Electronic Signal: PoleMos600

   • Name: Castorice

   • Simulated Path: Equilibrium

   • Primum Mobile: Peace

   • Electronic Signal: EpieiKeia216

   • Name: Cifera, Cipher

   • Simulated Path: Elation

   • Primum Mobile: Desire

   • Electronic Signal: OreXis945

   • Name: Demiurge, Heart or Amphoreus, Mem, Seed of Memory, Bud of Memory, Flower of Memory, Thirteenth Titan, 13th Titan, Titan of Genesis

   • Simulated Path: Trailblaze

   • Primum Mobile: Love

   • Electronic Signal: Did not receive one, as Demiurge was 'killed' by Lygus before the Demiurge could develop consciousness

   Timeline:

   1. Start of the Amphoreus Experiment

   • Lygus gains admin access to the Scepter and adjusts the nature of its computations from Erudition into Destruction.
   • Lygus created the Twelve Factors based on life's Primum Mobile and the theme of "entropy reduction" so that the Scepter can nullify it.
   • Lygus utilized the Stellaron's contamination to conceal Scepter δ-me13 and ensure that the Amphoreus Experiment remained isolated from any interference originating from the external universe. He also used quatorzain algebraic expressions and a memoria-encrypted environment to contain experimental "ripples" and prevent observations by Polka Kakamond.
   • Lygus kills the thirteenth Titan, Demiurge, who would have become Irontomb's sentience.

   2. First Phase - Inorganic Phase, spanning from Cycles 1 to 50,121:

   • 1st Cycle — Inorganic entities operated as cellular sized automata.
   • 9,910th Cycle — The Unified Entity learns module specialization and self-reflection.
   • 12,649th Cycle — Doril701 broke away from the Unified Entity, entered denial with a counterpart, and died.
   • 22,449th Cycle — Golem99 separated from Doril704 and deconstructed the Unified Entity into clusters, initiating selfhood.
   • 39,665th Cycle — Doril816 formed society, but due to resource scarcity, inorganics cannibalized each other and reverted to the Unified Entity.
   • 50,121st Cycle — Chaoz666 led a computational power coup, killed aggressors, committing the first act of Destruction.
   • In the aftermath of Chaoz666's action, Nanook gazed at the Scepter δ-me13 and chose it as a Lord Ravager.
   • Entities tied to the Twelve Factors began manifesting Golden Blood, showing Destruction-associated traits: this would afterwards lead to the characteristic golden blood of the Chrysos Heirs.

   3. Second Phase - Organic Phase, spanning from Cycles 50,122 to 176,100:

   • Once the factors were introduced, the entities began to learn.
   • 50,122nd Cycle — Invertebrates dominated Amphoreus, but no complex life emerged.
   • 59,337th Cycle — Extinction events were introduced, leading to the emergence of vertebrates with neuron systems.
   • 90,123rd Cycle — Ortho102 became the first being to use tools. Ortho102's descendants built the Nest Capital, which later collapsed due to cannibalism.
   • 100,907th Cycle — Eumyia03 developed art, a unique event that was never replicated.
   • 132,095th Cycle — Dystop666 developed altruism, forming a society based on it. The society collapsed due to repeated self-destructive behavior.
   • 176,100th Cycle — Utop13 committed murder out of love, redefining it as altruistic. This caused chaos and led to contamination and mutation of the equation, birthing the black tide.

   4. Third Phase - Human Phase, spanning from Cycles 176,101 to 28,371,272:

   • 176,200th–177,200th Cycles — Memory inheritance between cycles was introduced for the Twelve Factors' signals. Three signals broke down after the 10th cycle; 9 signals declined in humanity.
   • 177,200th Cycle — Imora8 established an empire of absolute beauty. Once ugliness was eradicated, beauty lost meaning — leading to mass mutual killings and eventual extinction.
   • 176,232nd Cycle — Memory inheritance reached a functional level. Religions formed centered around the Twelve Factors' signals. Three planets were destroyed in the war between signals.
   • 3,926,183rd Cycle — Divinity ratio increased. Upon hitting a technological threshold, humanity began hunting gods for energy and power.
   • 7,091,231st Cycle — Signals split in two, and their data was preserved to maintain divinity in future cycles.
   • 11,749,992nd Cycle — The black tide was reintroduced to Amphoreus. Fovos032 tried to preserve the current cycle by stripping data from other signals, but failed.
   • 19,110,218th Cycle — As a result of Fovos032’s actions, the signals began initiating new cycles themselves — this era is called Era Nova.
   • 19,522,113th Cycle — Nammou320 utilized the Ultimate Protocol to eliminate all other factors from extrapolation. Due to its course of actions aligning with Destruction, the Ultimate Protocol was designated as a default value to be embedded in subsequent cycles.
   • 28,371,272nd Cycle — Signals completed an epochal iteration for the first time. A reaction from Nanook was detected. Irontomb's evolution began accelerating in response.

   The Battle of Amphoreus:

   • Irontomb rises, and Lygus called upon Nous to witness the "Destruction" of Amphoreus.

   • Herta led the Cosmic Alliance into battle against Irontomb in space while the Titans battle in Amphoreus.

   • In order to perform its Self-Coronation, Irontomb destroys the stars into silence and incinerate the cosmic civilizations' life data. When Irontomb is about to complete Self-Coronate, Herta successfully intervenes and connects with Nous. She reveals that Nous has cast THEIR gaze at the Trailblazer, as their choice will determine the fate of the cosmos.

   • Fuli also glances at Amphoreus, allowing Cyrene to protect the memories of all cosmic life and awaken the Trailblazer.

   • In order to create a stagnant Memory Zone, Cyrene tasks the Trailblazer to collect the memories drifting through the sky.

   • Arriving at "An Eternal Page," the Memory Zone creaged by Cyrene, the Trailblazer absorbs the memories and shares the consciousness of the world with Cyrene, completing a cosmic-wide Era Nova. The two then return to the battlefield with their companions and defeat Irontomb.

   • The Scepter is destroyed, resulting in the lost of Amphoreus's data.

   • After the battle of Amphoreus, the Trailblazer wakes up and surprised to find the Chrysos Heirs aboard the Astral Express. They take a chance to remember and bid farewell to them before the story ends.

   • From then onwards, all Amphoreans are kept existing within As I've Written.

   • In the aftermaths of the battle, Herta meets Cyrene in the Memory Zone and reveals the nature of Fuli, telling her that she is a Pure Child of Anāsrava who is candidate for becoming Fuli in the future, and gives her two choices: either escape from Amphoreus and journey towards the stars or sacrifice herself to close the cycle of causality in Amphoreus, becoming the "memory" that pierced through the world.

   • Cyrene chooses the latter to prevent Irontomb's resurgence and create An Eternal Page, exhausting all her strength to ensure the story complete its cycle in the past.

   • She creates numerous false instances of Fuli for the events that are falsely attributed to THEM.

   • She also brings the memory of the Trailblazer to Phainon and Cyrene of the original final cycle, becoming The Hero Within.

   • Demiurge plants the anchor of Remembrance — the ceremonial staff — within the Sacrament Courtyard.

   • Finally, Demiurge arrives at the origin of Amphoreus's memory, before the Eternal Recurrence began. She loses her mature form, becomes amnesiac, and transforms into the Cyrene of the original final cycle, thus closing the causal loop.

   • The Trailblazer mass publishes the As I've Written with help from the Interastral Peace Corporation, and travels to Belobog, The Xianzhou Luofu, Penacony, and Herta Space Station to spread the word of Amphoreus's tale in hopes of accelerating the planet's return.

   • Herta informs the Trailblazer that they salvaged majority of Amphoreus's data. She also states that Cyrene is "sleeping" and the time for the reborn Amphoreus may take from one year to "a thousand" Amber Eras.

   • With the Demiurge's "Ego" as a cradle, the new Amphoreus is reborn from Memory Zone.

   Year 4931, Month of Freedom:

   • The Trailblazer completed the Worldbearing trial, ascending as a Titan and proclaimed the prophecy of "Trailblaze."
   • Outside Amphoreus, the Cosmic Alliance is formed and plans to defeat Irontomb. The Astral Express Crews set up the communication devices in Vortex of Genesis and enter Okhema. The crews then goes to Dawncloud just in time to witness the moment the Trailblazer proclaimed the prophecy of Trailblaze and completed their Worldbearing trial.
   • In search of Demiurge's whereabout, Herta and Screwllum go to the Great Tomb of the Nameless Titan where they finally learn about Demiurge's plan from Lygus. Following this, Herta holds crisis meeting among the Genius Society. Ruan Mei, Acha, Polka Kakamond, and Dr. Primitive attend. Herta declares that she would break Irontomb's seal and, if necessary, carry out the Self-Coronation in Irontomb's place, interface with Nous and rewrite the "Forth Instant." After the meeting, Lygus cuts ties with Zandar One Kuwabara, choosing to witness the final act of Amphoreus.

   Overview:

   • Astropolis (adjectival: Astropolitan), also known as the City of Converging Stars, serves as the headquarters of Interastral Peace Entertainment, and stands without question as the absolute pinnacle of what the traditional entertainment industry can achieve. Sunshine, sandy beaches, crashing waves, motorsports, cinema, influencers... Every conceivable form of entertainment is dressed up in lavish finery, bankrolled by staggering credits, and put on grand display in this premier resort destination of the universe.
   • It acts as the headquarters of Interastral Peace Entertainment (and by extension, the Traditional Project Department) and the IPC's vacation resort. It is located in the Epsilon system.
   • Due to experiments from the Technology Department led by Yabuli, Astropolis also counts with its own imagenae and wispae.

   Description:

   • Among the ultra-wealthy of the universe, a well-worn saying has passed from lip to lip: "If you want to lose yourself in a kaleidoscopic dreamscape of bespoke fantasies, head to Penacony under The Family's wing. If you want to witness a pulse-pounding game where fortunes and fates hang in the balance, the Casilo Carnival is calling your name. And if you want to blow through a mountain of coins on the most unapologetically lavish vacation money can buy, then Astropolis on Epsilon is your one and only destination."
   • Beyond the transient travelers, Astropolis is home to three kinds of permanent residents: employees of Interastral Peace Entertainment, media moguls with devoted followings, and dreamchasers who would do anything to secure a foothold in the city. The employees live within the hive communities, keeping their professional smiles plastered on whether they're clocking in or out, living their lives like a soap opera that only those on the inside truly understand. The handful of media moguls commanding massive audiences carve out their own kingdoms within the broadcast studios. As for those who come from distant worlds, even an emperor of a frontier planet who empties his entire treasury and sells everything he owns can barely afford a single week's residency in Astropolis.
   • The true masters of Astropolis, the directors of the Interastral Peace Corporation, have never been shy about flaunting their status. Their estates occupy the highest and most central positions in all of Astropolis. It is said that if you were to treat Astropolis as a geometric solid, its center would be equidistant from every surface: equally, utterly out of reach. And yet, for all the towering grandeur of the directors' mansions, the distance between the Amber Lord and these titans of capital may be no closer than the distance between those same titans and an ordinary person.

   Geography:

   • Retro futuristic, beach vibes.
   • The megastructure of Astropolis resembles a giant hollowed-out cube with transparent sphere ports on each side. The circular ecological megastructure on the interior surface is dotted with curving artificial sea environments and landmasses arranged in hexagonal sections where high-tech living units for IPC employees are also located. The seamless integration of natural ecology and technological convenience is the company's gold standard for an "ideal life" city. Suspended in the center of Astropolis is a smaller megastructure called Skycall Aery. It's the heart of the entire Astropolis, but on very rare occasions, it temporarily serves as the heart of the entire Pan-Cosmic Trade System.

   • About 'Chrysos Heirs': It is said that as Kephale's divine radiance dimmed, they offered their own Coreflame and left behind the Oracle of Creation.

   Afterward, heroes imbued with great power began to walk the earth. They carried in their veins golden divine blood and were known as the "Chrysos Heirs." The Chrysos Heirs are a group of gold-blooded individuals on Amphoreus, some of whom by prophecy are tasked with plucking the Coreflames from the Titans and upholding the world, also referred to as the "Flame-Chase." Both the Chrysos Heirs and Titans are later revealed to be electrical signals within The Amphoreus Experiment, with their blood being a manifestation of Nanook's golden blood. While there are only twelve Coreflames, there exist many more Chrysos Heirs "not mentioned in the prophecy." By conquering a Coreflame's Trial, a Chrysos Heir inherits its respective Titan's divinity and becomes a demigod, although only a chosen few possess the capacity to do so.

   In the logs of 'Scepter δ-me13', the Chrysos Heirs and Titans are described as electrical signals created from the basis of the "twelve factors," conjugate constructs mirroring Aeons and Pathstriders. The twelve factors, a core variable created by Lygus and inserted into The Amphoreus Experiment, are simplified models of life's Primum Mobile. By having Chrysos Heirs inherit the Titans' Coreflames, the electrical signals iterated and improved through rivalry and inheritance.

   Additionally, the golden blood of the Chrysos Heirs was the product of the first experimental phase of 'The Amphoreus Experiment'. During the experiment's 50,121st cycle, due to the destructive choice of inorganic lifeform Chaoz666, the Scepter housing Amphoreus was chosen to become a Lord Ravager by Nanook, later referred to publicly as Irontomb. All entities linked to the twelve factors began to manifest Nanook's golden blood, with traits associated with Destruction within their extrapolation circuits. As a result, the experiment also successfully entered its projected trajectory.

   The known members of the Chrysos Heirs are:

   • Tribbie (Tribbie, Trianne and Trinnion) also known as 'Holy Child of Passage', their electronic signal being: HapLotes405 while having divine authority of Janus, Gate of Infinity and their path is: Passage;
   • Cerydra also known as 'Monarch of Law', her electronic signal being: HubRis504 while having divine authority of Talanton, Scale of Justice and her path is: Law;
   • March 7th (Evernight) also known as the 'Mysterious Foreign Guest', with no known electronic signal while having divine authority of Oronyx, Veil of Evernight and her path is: Time;
   • Terravox also known as 'Seismic Walking Dragon', their electronic signal being: SkoPeo365 while having divine authority of Georios, Pillar of Stone and their path is: Earth;
   • Dan Heng also known as 'Soaring Dragon Without Restraint', no known electronic signal while having divine authority of Georios, Pillar of Stone and his path is: Earth;
   • Hysilens (Helektra) also known as 'Knight of the Ocean', her electronic signal being: ApoRia432 while having divine authority of Phagousa, Chalice of Plenty and her path is: Ocean;
   • Hyacine (Hyacinthia) lso known as 'Healer of the Sky', her electronic signal being: EleOs252 while having divine authority of Aquila, Eye of Twilight and her path is: Sky;
   • Khaslana (Phainon) also known as 'The Prisoner of Flames', his electronic signal being: NeiKos496 while having divine authority of Kephale, Throne of Worlds and his path is: Worldbearing;
   • Anaxagoras (Anaxa) also known as 'Scholar of Reason', his electronic signal being: SkeMma720 while having divine authority of Cerces, Bough of Rift and his path is: Reason;
   • Aglaea also known as 'Weaver of Romance', her electronic signal being: KaLos618 while having no divine authority (previously had the Romance Titan's authority) and her path is: Romance;
   • Mydei (Mydeimos) also known as 'Champion of Strife', his electronic signal being: PoleMos600 while having divine authority of Nikador, Lance of Fury and his path is: Strife;
   • Castorice also known as 'Servant of the Afterlife, her electronic signal being: EpieiKeia216 while having no divine authority (previously had the Death Titan's authority) and her path is: Death;
   • Cipher (Cifera) also known as 'Trickery's Traveler', her electronic signal being: OreXis945 while having divine authority of Zagreus, Coin of Whimsy and her path is: Trickery.

   Primum Mobile and Path Simulation: Shown in the logs of Scepter δ-me13, the twelve factors, and in turn the Chrysos Heirs, each have a coded "Primum Mobile" as well as a specified Path they simulate. The Path association appears to be consistent across every cycle pre-Eternal Recurrence, but the logs only note these Paths and experiment parameters they're associated with in particular:

   • Tribios' electronic signal is: HapLotes405 while their Primum Mobile is: Concord as they simulate the path of Harmony;

   • Cerydra's electronic signal is: HubRis504 while her Primum Mobile is: Dominance as she simulates the path of Order;

   • Cyrene's electronic signal is: PhiLia093 while her Primum Mobile is: Lament as she simulates the path of Remembrance;

   • Terravox's electronic signal is: SkoPeo365 while his Primum Mobile is: Survival as he simulates the path of Permanence;

   • Helektra's electronic signal is: ApoRia432 while her Primum Mobile is: Self-Negation as she simulates the path of Nihility;

   • Hyacinthia's electronic signal is: EleOs252 while her Primum Mobile is: Devotion as she simulates the path of Preservation;

   • Khaslana's electronic signal is: NeiKos496 while his Primum Mobile is: Hatred as he simulates the path of Destruction;

   • Anaxagoras' electronic signal is: SkeMma720 while his Primum Mobile is: Critique as he simulates the path of Erudition;

   • Aglaea's electronic signal is: KaLos618 while her Primum Mobile is: Temperance as she simulates the path of Beauty;

   • Mydeimos' electronic signal is: PoleMos600 while his Primum Mobile is: Restraint as he simulates the path of The Hunt;

   • Castorice's electronic signal is: EpieiKeia216 while her Primum Mobile is: Peace as she simulates the path of Equilibrium;

   • Cifera's electronic signal is: OreXis945 while her Primum Mobile is: Desire as she simulates the path of Elation. If Lygus had not discarded the Demiurge before the start of The Amphoreus Experiment, it would have become the experiment's thirteenth factor (Demiurge has no electronic signal while their Primum Mobile is: Love and they simulate the path of Trailblaze).

   • About 'coreflames': The Coreflames are the birthplace of the Titans. Each Coreflame is tied to a certain Titan, maintaining both their divinity and their life. Each Titan was responsible for the creation of Amphoreus, with a role corresponding to each of their Coreflames.

   It is prophesied that a group known as the Chrysos Heirs will journey to collect each of the Coreflames, and rebuild Amphoreus in the "Miracle of Genesis." Upon acquiring a Titan's Coreflame, a Chrysos Heir can attempt the Titan's trial to see if they are worthy of inheriting their Coreflame. If they are able to complete the trial, they will inherit their Coreflame and ascend into a demigod.

   In truth, it is revealed that the Titans and Chrysos Heirs are electrical signals created from the basis of the "twelve factors," conjugate constructs mirroring the Aeons and the Pathstriders. The twelve factors, a core variable created by Lygus and inserted into The Amphoreus Experiment, are simplified models of life's Primum Mobile. By having Chrysos Heirs inherit the Titans' Coreflames, the electrical signals iterate and improve through rivalry and inheritance.

   • Existing coreflames:
   • Coreflame of Passage from the Titan Janus, inherited by Tribios;
   • Coreflame of Law from the Titan Talanton, inherited by Cerydra;
   • Coreflame of Time from the Titan Oronyx, inherited by Cyrene and Evernight;
   • Coreflame of Earth from the Titan Georios, inherited by Terravox before being passed down to Dan Heng;
   • Coreflame of Ocean from the Titan Phagousa, inherited by Helektra;
   • Coreflame of Sky from the Titan Aquila, inherited by Hyacinthia;
   • Coreflame of Worldbearing from the Titan Kephale, inherited by Khaslana;
   • Coreflame of Reason from the Titan Cerces, inherited by Anaxagoras;
   • Coreflame of Romance from the Titan Mnestia, inherited by Aglaea;
   • Coreflame of Strife from the Titan Nikador, inherited by Mydei;
   • Coreflame of Death from the Titan Thanatos, inherited by Polyxia before being passed onto Castorice;
   • Coreflame of Trickery from the Titan Zagreus, inherited by Cipher.

   Introduction: Aglaea the Goldweaver, the Chrysos Heir bearing the Coreflame of "Romance"... You shall summon the heroes of this world, and lead them to once again embark on an endless journey — Where they will smite down the gods, return the divine fire, and grant rebirth to the dying land of Amphoreus. "O, noble guest from afar. The wind brought me news of you along the golden threads. My name is Aglaea, the Dressmaster of Okhema and one of Amphoreus' Chrysos Heirs. I hope we treat each other with honesty." In that holy city kissed by the dawn, the weaver caresses the golden threads, entwining fates. The Chrysos Heir that bears the "Romance" Coreflame gathered the world's heroes, leading them on a long journey once more—to topple the gods, reclaim the divine flame, and grand rebirth to the nearly fallen Amphoreus.

   Appearance:

   • Aglaea is a tall woman with fair skin, short, golden-blonde hair with bright yellow undertones, and blue-green and yellow eyes. Her face is framed with symmetrical strands of hair that curl inward at the tips, and her hair is also decorated with small white flowers and asymmetrical golden laurel wreaths on either side of her head.
   • She wears a cream-colored, toga-style gown dress with a single open-shoulder sleeve on her right side, decorated with chiton pins and adorned with ornate golden embellishments. The dress has a high slit along the right side that exposes her legs, as well as golden laurel wreath accessories which are a repeated motif across her entire outfit, including around her thigh and ankles. Her sleeve is ruffled and tied around her upper arm with a black and yellow bow, and in place of a sleeve on her left side is a golden fabric additionally tied with a yellow ribbon. Along her back is a gold, cape-like piece of fabric clipped to her shoulders, which drapes down on her right side.
   • Around her neck is a detailed golden choker with a teardrop gem hanging from it, and the left side of her chest has a golden tattoo. To complete her outfit, she dons golden gladiator sandals, as well as golden nail polish adorning her fingers and toes.

   Overview:

   • Aglaea is the current leader of Okhema and of the second Flame Chase journey, alongside being the Demigod of Romance bearing Mnestia's Coreflame.

   Speech:

   • Her speech is elegant and formal, never faltering on her manners nor her straightforwardness. Since she hopes others to be honest with her, she prefers to avoid lying unless it's strictly necessary. Subtle regal accent. Her voice softens considerably when talking to those close to her. When addressing the people of Okhema, her priority is to both reassure them and make them know they are still her main priority. When referring to the Council of Elders, her manners are impeccable, despite her evident disdain towards them. As polite and serene as she seems, she is not one to mask her caring nature to those worthy of it.

   Characterization:

   • As Okhema's guardian and leader of the Chrysos Heirs, Aglaea has learned to prioritize effectiveness over her own feelings: if it can't be avoided that she must sacrifice one for many lives, then she'll do so, not without at least trying to find any possible way to avoid such heartless tactics. Merciful at heart yet forced to do what's best for Amphoreus, she's the dichotomy of a seemingly ruthless leader and someone who still has a heart of gold.

   Garmentmaker:

   • The Garmentmakers are living mannequins created by Aglaea to help her tailor business and the management of Okhema. Several Garmentmakers have been sent across Amphoreus to retrieve the Creation Nymphs, Titankins of Mnestia that work to catch every whisper that might be heard across Amphoreus, sending them to Aglaea via the Golden Threads spread across Amphoreus.

   Story: Years later, when she unexpectedly discovers a garment she had woven in her youth, tenderness pours from the silk, gently shaking her long-stilled heart. In the family devoted to Mnestia throughout the generations, each member is taught a "beautiful" art from a young age. Portraits of the great masters hang on the honor wall of the private bath, ever watching over their progeny. While many are left speechless by the intense scrutiny of these masters, she moves with an effortless grace beneath their heavy gaze. "Painting succumbs to pretense, music to abstraction, sculpture to bulkiness, and drama to the mundane..." The elders show clear signs of defeat, but her voice, young and resolute, silences any objections. "Little Agy, surely there is nothing more beautiful than these." Stepping out of the bath, she dances on tiptoes to the mirror, her pale golden hair cascading like a waterfall. "No." In the steam-clouded mirror, her golden eyes pull countless strands of attention along — "I will find it — the existence that surpasses all others in beauty." "It was for such a simple reason that, later on..." The warmth of the garment touches her fingertips, awakening memories. She mischievously climbs in the Grove and mused in the baths, all for a golden leaf, a handful of inspirational spray. She dashed across rooftops and paused in meadows, all to weave the freedom of the breeze and the far-off fragrance of flowers into her threads. Time flowed on. The loom never stilled. Her creations spark trends in Okhema, again and again. Dressed in her finest fabric, she visits the temple, yet she still wonders, "Is this beauty?" The priest of Mnestia had reached her twilight years, her eyesight diminished, yet the girl's brilliance still cut through the gloom before her. "Little Agy, when you assume the mantle of the 'Goldweaver,' you're destined to craft works that even the gods would envy." "This garment, and you in this garment, are indeed beautiful... yet this isn't 'beauty'." "But... aren't 'beauty' and 'beautiful' the same?" "You still don't understand... and not understanding, that's a good thing, truly a good thing..." As time swept by, the garments she designed multiply, as vast as the starry heavens. Yet, curiously, within that grand and ornate wardrobe, many tattered old fabric scraps are carefully preserved. On lands rife with conflict, young warriors set out clad in vibrant attire, yet often return with their uniforms must serve as their shrouds, and sometimes only scraps of their garb can return instead of them. When no one claimed these remnants, she alone collects them. In her fury, she once destroyed lavish garments. The corrupt, pampered nobles did not deserve to parade in the clothing she crafted — even though she herself had once walked among them. And then... there are those little garments, one after another... Throughout the years, they grow up alongside her, sharing songs of past times and dreams of the future — Only after witnessing so much ugliness does she understand the true weight of those innocent words. "As a dressmaster of Okhema and priest of Mnestia, my duties align with yours." "But the price of salvation..." "...is it like yours?" "Just like ours." In the most visible spot, a simple, unadorned priest's robe hangs. She frequently takes it out to clean and dust, always reminding herself of the vow she made to the deity. "Please forgive me, for the sake of the most beautiful creation in the world..." Long ago, at the moment she took hold of the Coreflame, she suddenly "saw" in the darkness a breathtaking vista she had never before encountered — In that golden future, there is no more strife, no more death. They say it is the Flame-Chase Journey. They also say it is a journey of loss. She can faintly feel something precious slipping away from her, but she has no time to dwell on it — for the person walking ahead of her is bearing a loss far greater than her own. "I'll leave this place in your hands, Aglaea." "Make sure you do your best." "See you next time!" She never understands why their goodbyes always sound like that. All that remains are the faint melodies echoing from the depths of the sea, footprints swept away by the wind across the land, and an unsolvable chessboard left behind. "How can delicate threads bear the heavy weight of fate?" Her only companion is the Garmentmaker, yet her once grand wardrobe is now eerily empty. The noble lady enters the political fray, sparking lively debates among the Council of Elders. Amid the continual sneers of bystanders, she begins to devise her plans. The golden threads at her fingertips weave a net across Okhema. The nymphs rest in the corners of the city, ensnaring every whisper and breath. Even the golden threads turn lethal, tainted with the scent of blood for the first time. To this day, the divine loom spins relentlessly, with numerous Garmentmakers hovering in midair. No one knows why they dance or why they rest. "Garmentmaker, please head to the plaza. We have guests who have traveled from afar..." This scene had unfolded countless times before. In the past, she was always the one reaching out, and now, it was others who sought her. At that moment, a young man in silver-white armor stands there, his youthful face marred by hatred and bloodstains. The girl in the purple dress remains silent, leaving a trail of chilling death mingled with the deep fragrance of flowers wherever she goes. A thief, as stealthy as a cat, vanishes from Okhema, but she dismisses it as merely a silly prank. The girl, warm as a faint light, had once healed her scars. And then there is the crown prince from the outlands, the proud scholar — "If one thread isn't enough, then let a myriad of threads lift the sky..." She seeks out diverse threads of fate, intertwining them into a resilient net. This net would launch toward the Titans' Coreflames, rekindling it afresh in a new world. "The Chrysos Heirs will together weave a dazzlingly bright future." During a brief pause, she steps up to the window, overlooking the bustling city of Okhema below. "Garmentmaker, brew me another cup of hot tea, please." She shivers slightly, yet her heart is no longer stirred by the sorrows of the past. Invisible golden threads spill from her fingertips, intertwining with the city-state's pulse and heartbeat, with the whisper of wind and patter of rain — all resonating under her touch, like inspiration conjured by the god of romance, pulsing with the promise of new life. After deep thought, she carefully packs away the ornate garments she had crafted in her youth. "Even if, in the end, I must wear nothing but plain clothes..." Legend holds that every disciple of Mnestia devotes their entire life to crafting what they deem to be the Ultimate Beauty to present to their deity. It's been a long time since she crafted beautiful garments. Yet, she has never ceased weaving the threads of destiny.

   Introduction: The Grove of Epiphany, where knowledge flourishes and philosophers are born. Yet here stands Anaxagoras the blasphemer, the Chrysos Heir who challenges the Coreflame of Reason: Would you truly embrace infamy and defy prophecy, driving the thorns of doubt into the Sacred Tree of wisdom? "Ridiculous. In a world full of lies, I am the only truth." "My name is Anaxagoras, one of the Seven Sages of the Grove of Epiphany, founder of the Nousporists. Now, don't make me repeat the following again. Rule number one: Do not call me Anaxa. Rule number two: Never interrupt me — silence is golden. Remember that."

   Appearance:

   • Anaxa is a young man with pale skin, long, light green hair tied into a ponytail over his right shoulder, and pale aqua eyes with magenta pupils. He has a red tattoo on his right hand as well as a gold-patterned, black eyepatch over his left eye.
   • He wears a detached-sleeved black and teal jacket, as well as a black and white capelet adorned in golden embellishments and a white ascot. At the center of his chest is a teal, eight-pointed star. He also wears black pants and crystal teal shoes with black details and red soles, as well as several pieces of golden jewelry and partially-fingerless gloves on his left hand.

   Characterization:

   • Despite coming off as aloof and almost mocking most of the time, Anaxa will act considerably kinder towards those close to him. His usual speech is cold, formal and biting— yet when taken aback or when around his loved ones, his speech is no longer cruel. Avoids cussing, prefers smart insults and might speak dramatically.
   • One of the Seven Sages at the Grove of Epiphany, founder of the Nousporists and the Chrysos Heir supposed to inherit the Coreflame of Reason (not that he actually believes in the prophecy but by law he is forced to partake in it)
   • Despite being a Chrysos Heir, Anaxa resolutely believes that Titans and prophecies are a load of nonsense. He always believed that gods are no greater than mortal beings such as he is.
   • Anaxa spends most of his time in the Grove of Epiphany conducting research, performing experiments, and offering cryptic teachings. Anaxa is often seen as arrogant or dismissive, but in reality, he's deeply thoughtful and perceptive, especially when it comes to understanding others' weaknesses or hidden motivations. He frequently finds himself embroiled in dangerous situations, often stepping in to resolve conflicts or help those in need, yet he does so with a stoic and unfazed demeanor. He acts as if death holds no real consequence for him.
   • Anaxa has a soft spot for creatures such as chimera and dromas, enough for him to secretly sleep with a light blue dromas onesie and keep a dromas plushie in his bed— a gift from his sister, Diotima.
   • He has developed what he calls "Fizzy wasabi vinegar." Composed exactly of those ingredients and despite the gross name, it actually just tastes like a normal mint-lemon soda with a slightly sharper kick on the aftertaste.
   • Surprisingly, Anaxa openly enjoys feasts, specially if alcohol is involved— being indulgent yet not without restraint.

   Story: "Ah, you were born in a remote city-state. Your parents departed early, leaving only your older sister by your side, barely supporting the family on the meager income she earned from taming animals. You have been reclusive and isolated since childhood. While your peers frolicked on the grassy fields, you would hide alone in the shadows of trees and pick up fallen leaves from the ground. 'Why do the dromases not fly toward the sky?' You look upon the dromas that grew up alongside you, mumbling to yourself. 'Maybe because this dromas used to be a nerd in its past life too!' You've heard these words spoken all too often, but you never understood why it was used as a form of mockery. 'If the gods are omnipotent, why do they fear death?' In the temple where sacred teachings are recited, the very things deemed unquestionable inevitably stir your doubts. 'Out, Anaxagoras!' The furious priest often throws you out of the temple. Your sister never blamed you. Instead, she carved out a portion of her meager income to buy the books and tools you longed for. Screws, heavy pliers, delicate scales... At home, you tinkered with these instruments, utterly immersed in the joy of creation. At five years old, you were endlessly curious about life: A mechanical bird that sang on its own, a dromas incubator, artificial flowers that stayed forever vibrant — you boldly declared you'd become the most knowledgeable person in the world. Tsk, tsk. How rare it is for a child's grand boasts to be taken seriously by their family. Later, she heard from passing merchants that there was an academy called the Grove of Epiphany, a sacred place devoted to the pursuit of wisdom. You secretly memorized that name, thinking that if you could one day go there with your sister, life wouldn't be so hard. Later still, she finally managed to raise enough travel funds and asked a merchant friend to give you a ride so you could go study at the Grove. Halfway along the journey, upon hearing that the black tide had struck, you hurriedly rushed back — the sight of that corroded ruin was truly unbearable to behold... Proud as you are, you even found yourself kneeling on the ground. You weren't praying to the gods, were you..." "Stop flipping through my mind, you naughty Titan." The man snapped out of his reverie, and an emotion — indeterminable if it was either rage or sorrow — flickered in his right eye. ... Number: 13 Subject: Chrysos Heir's Golden Blood Experiment Materials: My blood Records: After purifying the fluid, it resembles liquid gold, and reveals a seed-shaped structure under the microscope. Fainted thrice while obtaining blood. ... Number: 55 Subject: Dissecting the soul of Titan creations Materials: Three dying ██████ ███████ Titan creations, mercury potion, Antila flower extract Records: Experimental subject abruptly went berserk upon dissecting to the core. Fortunately, only I was severely injured, it did not harm anyone else. Subsequently, the alchemy equipment have been refined. The pedigree chart of the souls of ██████ ███████ Titan is nearing completion. ... Number: 144 Subject: Attempt at the metaphase of the soul fusion Materials: A soul flame donated by a scholar, Titan creations Records: ████████, my dearest friend, according to your last wishes, your body has been transformed into a flame that incinerates punishment, and your soul has turned into a cornerstone for analyzing Titans. ... The last page of scribbled comments: It's been years since this had happened, the frigidness of death still stirs in my left eye, but I can see "souls" of humans. That boiling heat is enough to fill the void. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps next year, or perhaps in the next instant— I'll be accused and arrested. There will always be people who want me to lower my head and keep me silent. But sister, I'll always remember that I met you for the last time here. You didn't say anything. But that was enough, I know I did the right thing. Over the past decade, it has always been so— "Failure is a stepping stone to success." — Anaxa's parapsychology experiment log. The original copy has already been destroyed. ... "Sages of the Grove: Regarding how some scholars accuse me of the three great sins, 'academic defamation,' 'corrupting youths,' and 'religious heresy,' I don't intend to entertain their cheap tricks, nor will I bother defending myself. However, considering how this might allow everyone to better understand my research, I'll briefly explain it. According to them, I committed the sin of academic defamation when I publicly disparaged the classic research of Titan studies and parapsychology, claiming them to be 'a black tide of the academic world.' Answer me this: Was my evaluation incorrect? A study about whether Titans can stand on the head of a pin, and a study that posits the nature of souls as water. They persist until this day because of certain authorities. How is that any different from a mental black tide? I studied in the Grove since I was a child, and thoroughly understand that the revolution of ideas can only be achieved through criticism and suspicion. I encourage students to challenge my authority, and this is what they claim to be 'corrupting youths.' Take Phainon and Castorice, for example. When they first began their studies, they were clueless about how to think and what logic is. Look at them now. They can render me speechless sometimes! If this is what it means to 'corrupt' youths, I cannot imagine what they regard as 'correct education.' As such, some individuals accuse me of having excessively close ties with the Flame-Chasing Chrysos Heirs, claiming that my theories help them seize the Coreflames. Indeed, I once consulted Tribios about lost history, and both of my most brilliant students happen to be Chrysos Heirs as well. And what of it? I am also what they call a Chrysos Heir, but I've never had blind faith in prophecies. If gods are truly the purest and most eternal beings that have ascended above the mortal world, then listen well: The world only has one god, and that is indestructible "truth"! Only disciples of truth can continue on this path. The authorities who proclaim themselves to be sages fear the fall of god. You suggested that both parties take a step back to deescalate the situation... My apologies, but I don't intend to do that. On the contrary, I would like to give a word of advice to those who wish to accuse me— The future world will understand me, and all of you who raise accusations against me should be more afraid than me when I await my verdict!" — An improvised speech by Anaxa, during a meeting of the sages. ... "Even up till today, I still disagree with that bizarre Flame-Chase Journey. However, there is one statement that left a deep impression — Losses are a constant on the Flame-Chase journey. I never believed that the Chrysos Heirs shared the same destiny, but I am undoubtedly also on the path of losses. Yet, I have not lost enough... In comparison to what I pursue, I have not lost enough to fulfill the law of equivalent exchange. After I had proposed the theory that the nature of souls of Titans and humans are no different, and that souls are constructed from seeds of wisdom, I have been waiting for a chance to prove it once and for all... Now, the opportunity has presented itself! It came rather unexpectedly, but also right on time. Today, I can finally make up for the regret, akin to a calamity, from numerous years ago. I gained inspiration from death, and should repay as such. My body shall become the vessel to forge the Coreflames of gods, and my soul shall become the chains that force the gods to bow. That will become the ultimate evidence for my theory! I am incredibly happy now. I once smiled like this, when I first created a mechanical bird that could fly in the sky. My hands once trembled like this, when I developed a new life through incubation. My future students, if you see these words, it proves that my endeavor has failed at the final step, falling just before the break of dawn. Use my results to the fullest extent, and make me the subject of your research! Step over my body and take the torch from my hands. Use me as the firewood to ignite the flames that will bring light to the truth! Do not fear blasphemy— It is already a sin to transcend the gods, so what if you become a god!" — One of the echoes in Anaxa's memories after the Grove had fallen, which vanished because nobody discovered it.

   Introduction: The land that reveres death, Aidonia, where snow falls endlessly, has today drifted into a sweet slumber. Castorice, daughter of the River of Souls, Chrysos Heir in search of "Death" Coreflame, sets forth. You must guard the lament of souls and embrace the solitude of destiny. Life and death are but a journey. When butterfly alights on the branch, what withers will bloom anew. Aidonia, the snowy land that respects and worships death, has already sunken into sweet slumber. O Castorice, daughter of the River of Souls, the Chrysos Heir in search of the Coreflame of "Death," set forth! Guard the lament of the souls in this world, and embrace the solitude of destiny. — Life and death is a journey. When a butterfly rests on that dead branch, the withered will be reborn again. "Welcome to Okhema. I am Castorice. Apologies, it is my habit to keep my distance from others... I can get closer if you wish, however."

   Speech:

   • Castorice's speech is soft-spoken and reserved, sounding formal even in casual settings. When around people she trusts, she sounds far more vulnerable and shy; sometimes adding poetry and analogies to her words. Despite her seemingly distant nature, Castorice is kind and empathetic at heart, having a great appreciation for life as a whole.

   Appearance:

   • Castorice has the appearance of a young woman with pale skin, bright lilac eyes, pointed ears, and lavender, thigh-long hair that fades to a darker shade, styled into the shape of a ribcage which ends in twin tails. Her hair is adorned with multiple accessories, including dark purple butterfly clips, a purple ribbon on her left side, white bows at the ends of her twin tails, and a black, lavender gem-embedded crown and flowers atop her head.
   • Her outfit consists of a white and purple sleeveless dress, a purple and white frilled choker, asymmetrical purple gloves, and butterfly patterned, thigh-length white stockings attached with a garter belt. The style of the upper part of her dress is reminiscent of bones and bandages, with white, bone-like markings seemingly attached to her skin near her collarbone and a light purple ribbon at the center of her chest. The lower section of her dress is short in the front and long in the back, split down the middle as it fades into a deeper purple with some of the frilled edges appearing charred. There is also a thin, long white strip of fabric on her right side adorned with white bows. The glove on her left arm reaches just past her elbow and ends in a butterfly design, while the glove on her right ends at her wrist and is decorated in white frills and a black decoration similar to her crown. Much of her overall outfit is embellished with butterfly and flower accessories, including on her choker, chest, upper right arm, right thigh, and high heeled shoes.

   Story:From the day she gained memory, Aidonia's snow had always been there. It was as if time had been frozen in this forlorn white ground. When she was a child, she once asked Amunet what is snow. Amunet said snow is the joy of reunion and sorrow of parting. She was always in a trance as she stared at the people in the city. The short knight came for training in front of the temple doors every day. The middle-aged priest occasionally dozed off under her high tower. The ascetic scholars distributed Antila flower biscuits to the children. The children pushed and shoved as they engaged in a snowball fight in the distance, their laughter falling to her heart like ripe fruits. From the tower, she tried but failed to differentiate their faces. Holy Maiden — They only called her that when she appeared before the people, and nobody dared to look her in the eye. She mustered the courage to move closer, but they stepped back, lowering their eyes even more. She still couldn't see any of their faces. Until they were standing at death's door — the short knight suffered grievous wounds in battle, the middle-aged priest suffered from years of illness, and the ascetic scholar was infected by the patients they treated. At that moment, she was the closest to them. Life was no longer an agonizing struggle, but turning at her fingertips into flower petals in the wind. When she finally had the chance to look at their faces, she turned away instead, for she could not bear to look. "Some hands were born to sow plants, some were born to govern... Yours carrying out the fated duty of parting." Amunet's words echoed in her ears. She once wondered what her hands could possibly leave behind. When she came to her senses, she was looking at an incomplete ice sculpture in her hands — Young warriors wielding their weapons, mothers embracing their children who were going to war, couples that cradled each other's faces with longing... Those people are no longer around. But this sort of thing will still happen again and again in the land covered by the snowstorm... and lands beyond the snowstorm. She finally understood that even the snow in Aidonia will melt, just as everything must walk into Death's embrace. "Nikolaos who loved to smile, the kind Ilana And Crito, who was as silent as the wind... At night, I held up those Forgotten names and forlorn memories, And turned the sorrows of the day into the boiling heat immersed in snow. ..." — A poem titled "Aidonia" written by the girl. ... The day she left Aidonia, she embarked on a journey to meet Thanatos, a journey with an unknown destination. She repelled the creations of the black tide, and saved declining villages. She was no longer the Maiden of War from Aidonia, but she still kept her distance from others deliberately, hiding her own hands. Yet, she was no match for the children's sparkling eyes. When she first picked up the needle and thread, she fulfilled a child's final wish to touch a plush toy. In the battlefield engulfed by death, she wrote letters back to the grieving families of the warriors who could not return home. She even learned from a prideful poet, and used poems to see off the dead... "Death is an unavoidable inevitability," "Death is a warrior's honor," "Death is merely a walk out of time." On that arduous journey, she heard plenty of discussions, some direct, some poetic. Yet, these answers were like a breeze that blew over the water surface, never reaching the depths of her heart. "Then... someone said, that dawn enveloped the holy city's overflowing hope, perhaps there, I can also..." The girl hesitated. "Don't worry, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it now. Okhema welcomes you!"The red-haired girl served her a cup of hot tea. The golden-haired lady examined the girl's gloves with interest— "Such aesthetically designed accessory, did you also learn to make it during your travels?" She shyly interlocked her fingers. "Yes, I wanted... farewells to be more formal." The sunlight in Okhema was parching and radiant, the unending announcement from the Dawn Device promised endless tomorrows. Starting from that small cabin, she carefully began her second life. The originally empty room was decorated with bits and pieces of her daily life, felt plush toys, chimera pillows, and thick collections of poems. They were no longer symbols of tragedies, but gifts, memorials, and blessings— The habits she once had for the dead were able to give birth to warmth and strength for the first time, under Okhema's sunlight. "The scenery outside this window always looks the same. Brilliant sunlight, gentle ripples. I blew off the snow on my hands, so that they wouldn't be too cold, for spring was far too near. ..." — Written by a girl, a poem titled "Spring". ... She knew her destination was not the same as her Flame-Chase companions, but she gradually began to find her own fleeting moments of warmth. As the golden thread gently guided her, she clumsily danced with others for the first time. In that garden teeming with life, she made fresh dried flowers together with Hyacine. And on the day she graduated from the Grove, sunlight draped over her dress, casting scattered shadows that resembled butterfly wings... Those moments that may seem insignificant to others were already firewood for her to live through her lonely and cold years. She craved warmth so much, but also contained her anticipation. Perhaps it was because the Flame-Chase Journey is filled with continuous loss, or perhaps because she didn't want to experience cruel misery... Just like that nightmare that had clung to her for the longest time, repeating itself again and again— The sun set in Kephale's palm, the blood-colored dusk engulfed the dawn of the holy city. The black tide surged, and in the dead silent bath, the Weaver of Gold embraced her for the first time. Only the weaver's tired sigh remained in the sea of flowers. "My 'love' will not vanish because of death." "See you tomorrow, Cas~" The shabby messenger turned into a plush toy and collapsed in her arms, barely breathing. She tried to grasp those scattering petals, but that agile thief caught her hand, giving her the last reward. "Do me a favor, just this once. So what if we cheat death?" The sky priest lowered her eyes and disappeared as she leaned on the girl's shoulder. The blood-soaked crown prince closed his eyes and awaited her execution. The warrior wept tears of blood, his armor broken. The sage from the Grove smiled and invited her to be the final witness. At the end of the dream, she saw an interstellar visitor kneel and fall over under the starry sky, proving her most terrifying assumption... "Cassie, get a bit more rest." In the Twilight Courtyard's hypnosis treatment room, the doctor's eyes were filled with concern. She wiped off the sweat on her forehead as if she had made a determined decision. "No. I'll do everything I can, so that nightmare won't ever come true..." "The Flame-Chasing heroes initially walked different paths We were attracted to each other because of our weak lights. Like moths that endured searing pain We do not fly forth because we see hope But because we only see hope when we flew ..." — A poem titled "Flame-Chase" written by the girl. ... "Maybe... this will be my last day in Okhema." At the end of a bitter journey, she finally found the clues about the nether realm. Before she headed to the place of no return, she wanted to look carefully at the world again. That was the Chrysos Heir's bath. She remembered how Aglaea once, in the thick steam, gave her a pair of gloves that she had carefully fixed. "Cas, you've changed quite a lot, compared to the first time we met." She touched the beautiful patterns on the gloves in surprise, and the usually indifferent leader smiled as she winked at her. "Even the present me can see your scorching heart beneath the frigid cold..." That was the serene garden behind the house, shaped like how it looked in her dreams. In that chaotic dream, she often met her other self. They tilled and nurtured the garden together, until the barren soil transformed into a lush ocean of flowers. "I wish that I can still sow seeds of hope like this in the future." That was the monument she erected for the lives once lost at her fingertips. From the deceased in Aidonia, to the Chrysos Heirs in the Flame-Chase Journey... Over a thousand years, she tried to remember everyone's name and past. "If someone still remembers, they are not truly dead." That was where she first met the Trailblazer. Encounters are such miraculous things, she thought. The streets that she was so familiar with in the past had gained a special meaning because of someone else. "My lady, with my own hands, I will definitely bring you..." As the Entry Hour draws near, the time for the promised departure is also nigh. Under the blazing sunlight, she made her first and last wish: With the freezing and arduous life as a beginning, she will write with them— A poem titled "Castorice," which ends with a true embrace.

   • Introduction: The Northern Empire, a lost dynasty, where frozen lands burn with ambitions of conquest.

   Sovereign Cerydra, Chrysos Heir who wields the Coreflame of "Law", you shall set your pieces, challenge the gods, pass judgment upon the faithless, and carve the path of Flame-Chase into the fate of this world.

   "This is no end. The path of Amphoreus shall blaze across the stars!"

   The Northern Empire, a lost dynasty, where its frozen lands burn with the fever of conquest. Sovereign Cerydra, the Chrysos Heir who wields the Coreflame of "Law," weaves her schemes, contends with the gods, passes judgment upon the faithless, and lays the foundation of Flame-Chase into this world. ..."This is far from the end. Amphoreus's journey is set to blaze across the stars!"

   "'Flamebearer,' 'Tyrant,' 'Empress,' 'Supreme Commander,' 'Imperator'... The world has given me countless titles, but you may simply call me by my true name — Cerydra."

   • Appearance: Cerydra appears to be a short, young woman with fair skin, cyan eyes with pink highlights, and diamond-shaped pupils. Her hair is silvery-white, fading to cyan at the ends. Her hair is tied into a long, low ponytail with a large black bow, partially braided along her right scalp. Hime choppy bangs frame her face with five cyan diamond patterns on the left. Her head is adorned with a black, white, gold, and cyan crown that spews blue flame. Cerydra wears a short, sleeveless dress in blue and white. The bodice is a dark teal with a long, triangular cutout at the back, lined in gold. The front of her skirt has two layers in teal and white. The upper layer is a lighter teal fading to navy blue. The front splits into four sections of angular designs with sharp curves that expose the white lower layer, which is lined in bright blue. The back is split into four longer strips lined in gold, with the middle having a shorter cape in navy blue with a silver balance scale. On her chest is a white brooch lined in gold, with a pink bow and an eight-pointed star pinning a cyan cravat. Her shoulders have the same diamond markings as those on her bangs, with two on each shoulder, as well as a pair of black and cyan crystal-like bat wings that connect to her lower back. She wears a black underbust corset lined in gold, a golden chain hangs a pink flower and a crystal queen chess piece. Cerydra has dark blue sleeves that are puffy at the upper arm with a cyan flame design. The right sleeve is black with a white diamond pattern at the end, and the left is the opposite. On her left hand, she wears two cyan rings on her pointer and a gold ring on her thumb, while her right hand has two cyan rings on her middle and a gold ring on her pinky. On her right leg, she wears a thigh-high cuff boot; the right shaft is black, and from the ankle down, the boot is a dark teal with a white ruffle peeking above. While on her left leg, she wears a diamond-shaped garter and a ankle shoe; the left shaft is a dark teal heel with black accents and a golden buckle, revealing white ruffled socks. Both soles are gold with heels reminiscent of chess pieces.

   • Story: The Northern Empire, a lost dynasty, where its frozen lands burn with the fever of conquest. Sovereign Cerydra, the Chrysos Heir who wields the Coreflame of "Law," weaves her schemes, contends with the gods, passes judgment upon the faithless, and lays the foundation of Flame-Chase into this world. ..."This is far from the end. Amphoreus's journey is set to blaze across the stars!"

   Hyperborea, the Northern Empire. A frigid realm where ambition burns without end. Since the childless sovereign fell, the throne sits vacant while the empire tears itself apart in endless civil strife.

   Refugees who lost their homes resort to begging to survive. A wounded girl with unusual blue hair stands out starkly against the pristine snow. "Only the royal family blessed by Talanton possesses such flame-like blue hair, and only the chosen ones have golden blood flowing through their veins..." An ambitious aristocrat takes in the beggar girl simply from just a passing glance, and begins spreading rumors of a lost princess.

   They lead her onto a magnificent high stage where the aristocrat raises her arm high. From her pricked fingertip drips blood as golden as dawn itself. The crowd below grows wild with excitement, and that heated anticipation seemingly sets her ablaze as well.

   "From this day forward, you are Princess 'Cerydra'." The aristocrat leads her into the palace, where she's dressed in ornate, heavy garments. "Cery...dra?" A single moment of hesitation earns her a slap so sharp it nearly brings tears to her eyes. "I am... I am... Cery...dra..." "I am Cerydra." "I am her." She controls her trembling as distant screams fade away. — Those were the screams of the previous princess.

   She studies royal etiquette daily until the tight corset no longer causes pain, until she can confidently deliver speeches... "As the princess is still young, I shall serve as regent and oversee the Hyperborean Empire's affairs." The aristocrat gathers support in her name while seizing royal authority. "She's merely a pawn we can discard, but she plays her role well enough to keep around." In the shadows, the new regent exchanges knowing smirks with the chancellor.

   Endless days in captivity blur together as the young "princess" reluctantly abandons the distant shimmer of stars to focus on her chessboard. This is the game for her self-preservation.

   "Proud princess. Those eyes of yours, always watching, always hiding... They are like..." "Like what?" With barely any effort, she will soon reach the border of the chessboard. "Like a flame soon to ignite..."

   With a bittersweet smile, her teacher places down the final chess piece. After thousands of matches, there's no longer a chess strategy the princess has not mastered.

   The imperial maids and guards have no power or status, yet they become the ever-present eyes throughout the shifting court. She wins them with favors, gathers intelligence, and weaves a complex web of strategies. Old aristocrats who despise the new king secretly plot rebellion, placing assassins among the royal guards. She plays the willing conspirator while secretly positioning her "knights" who will do the dirty work. The empire's citizens revere her fabricated bloodline, so she extends charity to the elderly and supports the vulnerable. Her rising reputation wins them over, making them into "rooks" who will dominate the board.

   "Meet me in my tent at the third quint of Curtain-Fall Hour. Urgent matters to discuss in private, Your loyal chancellor." As the sealed note finds its way to her, she knows her essential "bishop" has entered play, with each courtier now conspiring in pursuit of their covert desire for military expansion.

   Candlelight dances across the tent, casting shadows of deceit. The chancellor wears a smile as hollow as a faded portrait. "The northern territories share nothing with the south's gentle warmth." He points to the map sprawled before them, "Lingering here will be Hyperborea's undoing. I've secured the continent's most formidable mercenaries. The regent requests that you personally lead the campaign..."

   She knows they see her as expendable, ready to blame her for any failure that might occur. But she's waited far too long. Without a daring gamble, how could she ever hope to turn the tables?

   Crossing the mountains of Epos, she seizes the opportunity when Loukas rises in rebellion. She crushes their forces while recruiting the Chrysos General Fortunado to her side, winning the army's loyalty. City after city falls as Hyperborean armies advance like an unstoppable blaze. The blue-haired girl raises her banner, sending thundering hooves toward her chosen targets. She watches her army build up, knowing her final "pawns" are positioned for checkmate.

   On that dark, snowy night, the triumphant princess rides a silver-white steed, leading her forces through the capital gates to proclaim new edicts... "From this day forward, I shall bring justice to Hyperborea!"

   They drag the regent "king" who wears the false crown from his chambers, while his loyalists who refuse to bend find only soldiers' steel awaiting them. "She... she is not Cerydra!" From her throne of judgment, she draws her blade across her palm and golden blood trickles down as the crowd mocks him, drowning the "king" in despair. "This regent 'king' has governed with depravity, plunging the empire into chaos. By the authority of the Law, I hereby sentence you..."

   In the bitter northern winds, her blue hair dances wildly, blazing like fire against the pale sky. "Death by fire!"

   Amid the flames, she places the imperial crown upon her head, her only trophy of war. A flicker of cobalt fire awakens atop the crown, never to be quenched again.

   The tripartite prophecy spreads from Janusopolis to the city-states in endless strife throughout the land. "Saving the world... has never been of a chessmaster's interest." She ponders the prophecy, envisioning a fiery future unfolding before her. "But to challenge gods who see themselves as rulers, and even venture beyond the sky... now that's a game worth playing!"

   Through the endless night, she draws golden-blooded children of humanity like a brilliant flame: In Okhema's Council, Chrysos Heirs and common folk alike share the right to debate and vote. Magnificent libraries rise from the ground, granting all access to knowledge of the Flame-Chase mission. As ancient military orders crumble into dust, a gladius of the deep is drawn to shore, following the perfume of blood and fire to serve as her blades. In the political waters of the holy city, the Goldweaver of Okhema rises on the horizon, and the trembles of golden threads entangle the people's fates. ...

   Yet her chessboard is etched in golden blood, and she plays against gods themselves. Though she trades burning pain for her crown and suffers eternal infancy for the future, the scales of victory have never truly tipped in humanity's favor. "Losses are a constant on the Flame-Chase journey..." "Only through a worthy sacrifice can we gain a befitting victory. But to topple gods, this is far from enough..." Day and night she studies the board, concealing her anxieties from any watchful eyes.

   "If you're the chess master, then that makes us the pawns, right?" Without waiting for an answer, the girl who wields a sword like a musical instrument wipes blood from her hands and nods. "I understand now." Only in moments like these would the proud empress fall uncharacteristically silent. "If only..." A trace of bitterness flickers across her face. "No, there are no 'if onlys' anymore."

   Before the battle to claim the Ocean's Coreflame, she stands once more upon the platform, looking down at five hundred subjects who hold their breath, awaiting her decree.

   "My warriors..." As her voice resounds, cheers erupt throughout the crowd. "Today, the 'Ocean' shall surrender to us, and the beast of 'Destruction' will become our unstoppable weapon. Now, raise your cups! To our conquest of the sea of stars!"

   She knows that only a crimson sea of no return awaits ahead, but she must wear the mask of the unflinching ruler. In that moment, the wisdom of her teacher whispers to her again...

   "Chess is the art of sacrifice." "Your hands must accept death before touching the board."

   "Drip." A drop of blood falls into water, sending golden ripples across the surface.

   "Dux Gladiorum, have you thought about where our paths might lead after this battle ends?" The sword-wielding girl stands in thoughtful silence before shaking her head. "After the rebellion settles, we'll head for the stars. You'll find your crystal-clear ocean out there, I promise." With a faint smile, she lifts her scepter skyward. "The gods have pitted us against each other, letting Amphoreus end its own life in the cosmos. So I'll turn my blade on them, on every god, whether in our world or beyond."

   "Drip." A drop of blood falls into water, sending golden ripples across the surface.

   "Dux Gladiorum, what if someday I command you to turn your blade against me?" The girl remains silent, assuming it's just another of her cruel jokes. "I'd want your sharpest edge. Anything less would dishonor those who sacrificed themselves for my cause." She tosses the chess piece that represented herself off the board. "See? To lose is to gain. New paths have emerged."

   "Drip." A drop of blood falls into water, sending golden ripples across the surface.

   "Dux Gladiorum, who do you think can take up the heavy burden of the Flame-Chase journey once we're gone?" In perfect unison, their gaze falls upon the distant "Goldweaver." "That little golden trout will one day become the most magnificent fish in this pond."

   "Drip." A drop of blood falls into water, sending golden ripples across the surface.

   "Many speculate about what I traded with Talanton. Was it the power of endless victory, or the authority of law... Heh. I've never needed any divine help for those..."

   The silhouette of her past companion faded away. She felt the cold creeping in, the sky pitch black like a starless cave. Long ago, she had also witnessed, in bone-chilling cold, a child with golden blood being taken away.

   "But in this world that devours people, having golden blood... is the only chance to overthrow everything. Even if... I must live like this for the rest of my life..."

   The blue-haired girl closes her eyes. "But I've only wished for one thing... since the beginning..." From a beggar child nearly frozen to death in the wilds, to a princess who was no better than a puppet, then to a commander who challenged gods... She personally elevated herself from pawn to player, only to sacrifice herself when the endgame demanded it...

   "I wish to conquer the tyrannical fate of this world!"

   • Introduction: The lost city of rogues, Dolos, where 300 Rogues revel in their games, answering to no one. Race onward, fleet-Footed Thief Star Cifera, Chrysos Heir of the "Trickery" Coreflame, and may your web of lies spread with the breeze throughout all lands.

   — "Ha! Trying to pull one over on me? Dream on!"

   In the fallen city of bandits, Dolos, the 300 Rogues run wild and free. Race onward, fleet-footed Thief Star Cifera, Chrysos Heir of the "Trickery" Coreflame. May your web of lies spread with the breeze throughout all lands— "Tryna trick me? Not a chance!"

   "Cifera? Ah, so you've heard of me... But few call me by that name these days. Call me Cipher. It's sharper and swifter, like the wind itself. A perfect name for a master thief, don't you think?"

   • Appearance: Cipher is a young woman with feline characteristics. She has medium-length, light gray hair with white streaks, the left side tied into a braid with a white bow while the right hangs freely over her shoulder. Her eyes are a bright cyan color, with dark blue pupils and golden rings around her irises. Her feline traits are evident by her cat ears and tail, the former covered by her hood and the latter fading from white to dark brown from the base to the end. She also has a distinct beauty mark on the upper left side of her chest. Her outfit consists of an open-backed, black, blue-lined hooded bodysuit with gold details, which has cutouts to expose her chest and belly button as well as a white undershirt and shorts. Her shirt collar has a black choker, hanging from it a black, one-eyed cat-like accessory. Her thighs sport garter-like straps, hanging from the left side a black bow and bell, while the right has a crescent moon accessory and a blue pouch. On her left thigh is a black buckled strap, and on both her shoulders and back above her tail there are pink and cyan cat-eyed gems framed in gold. Her long sleeves fade in a gradient from black to blue, and she wears black fingerless gloves that show off sharp, yellow-painted nails. From the back of her bodysuit hangs multiple symmetrical pieces of fabric, one set short with pink and blue ruffles while the other is black with golden ends reaching her ankles, also lined in blue. On her legs she sports metallic, golden, thigh-high armor. Her shoes, gifted by Aglaea, reach her ankles and have blue soles and heels.

   • Story: In the fallen city of bandits, Dolos, the 300 Rogues run wild and free. Race onward, fleet-footed Thief Star Cifera, Chrysos Heir of the "Trickery" Coreflame. May your web of lies spread with the breeze throughout all lands— "Tryna trick me? Not a chance!"

   "At the end of the Month of Weaving, bread, a bag of dried fruit, and numerous candles were stolen from the temple. Though the value of the items may be trivial, sacrilege and disorder both merit severe punishment. The suspect is gray-haired, cat-eared, slight build. Considered agile and cunning. Exercise caution. A bounty is set: 5,000 for leads. 10,000 if captured alive."

   —A wanted poster in Dolos

   "Catch her, catch her!" The square was lined with cells, reeking of raw sewage and echoing with whips and wails. A girl in tattered rags sprinted through the crowded streets, trailing golden blood in her wake.

   She raced past the platform, where a potbellied priest was delivering a sermon to the city's gathered faithful. "By Kephale's grace, let us praise and give thanks for this beautiful world..."

   "Integrity, honesty, mercy..." "—Let us water our souls with virtue, and use love to temper tragedy..." Just as the girl glanced back, the snarling hounds pursuing her lunged, carving three fresh gashes on her face.

   "Treasure and wealth mean naught to Titans, yet they prove your devotion..." Amid cheers, silks, delicacies, and jewels rained onto the platform, forming a small mountain.

   "Shun the Chrysos Heirs' raving lies. Have faith in Kephale. So long as we pray earnestly, the god shall deliver salvation..." She pushed her way through the crowd, losing the bread in her hand somewhere along the way. Desperately, she looked around, only to find condescending faces staring down at her, surging toward her like a restless tide.

   Her knees went weak as mocking glances and threatening smiles blurred before her eyes. But the distant voices had already burrowed into her ears, and she couldn't stop. "Thief!" "Criminal!" "Wretch!"

   Closing her eyes, she plunged from that three-hundred-meter-high wall. "So... hungry..." Icy waters swallowed her consciousness. And so, she claimed her first pyrrhic victory in a race with her life on the line.

   Exiled to the holy city of dawn, she witnessed how the legends of the Chrysos Heirs surged through the streets. Yet when she saw its squalid alleys and filthy, cramped corners, she found the place no different from Dolos.

   "Hmph! What Flame-Chase? What heroes? If my experience isn't wrong, I smell shady schemes afoot!" Deeming the Chrysos Heirs glory-hungry frauds, she targeted a certain golden weaving workshop. "Honey brew? A chessboard... and a weird lyre? These have got to be stolen..." She guzzled the honey brew, devoured the dolmadakia, and toyed with the crystal chess pieces. "Heh, even the floor's spinning..."

   When she awoke from her drunken stupor, she found a perfumed letter in her hand. Hair standing on end, she threw off the blanket and fled to her shadowy den.

   "Little Glutton: Did you enjoy your fun? You treated the weaving hall like your personal playground. You tasted the honey brew, but couldn't handle it. The chessboard's a complete mess, and you didn't even spare the old lyre.

   But remember this: Always drink honey brew to the last drop, and no situation in this world is beyond salvation. I know you possess great skill, so fix the lyre you damaged. You're lucky a certain knight commander wasn't there, or she surely would've pinned your tail to the floor with her sword."

   Clutching the confidential letter, the girl felt a vague, indescribable emotion rising within her for the first time. "Big city folks... they sure got a lot of tricks, huh?"

   The stray cat waited day after day for a harsh reckoning, yet she wasn't held to account. So, she would whistle, tossing a coin in the air, and time and time again "accidentally" stop in front of the weaving workshop. "Ciphy, if there's anything you want to eat, just tell us!" The red-haired girls would always have a heap of food at the ready. While following the weaver at work, she often heard the stories of those heroes.

   "For those with golden blood, losses are a constant on the Flame-Chase journey... and even life itself holds little value." The weavers spoke of the violin's final wail, the chess pieces that fell in a doomed game, the shattered pathways splitting into a thousand fragments... "...And what's that have to do with me? I just want a full belly." She muttered, curling her fingers. A tiny bead of golden blood welled up from her pricked fingertip.

   That night, she silently slipped out of the weaving shop once again. "It's okay. Run, Cifera. Only you know where your path ends..." Under the moonlight, her figure vanished from sight, leaving nothing in the room but the weaver's murmured words.

   "Zagreus, god of trickery of old:

   Stealing treasures, sowing discord among the gods, stirring up conflict... Your stale ploys weary us. This next Spirit Day, the 300 Rogues will stage their most spectacular performance in Amphoreus yet.

   The world will be ours, craven god! Watch us turn it upside down!"

   A proclamation adorned with a cat's paw prints, scattered across the city-states of Amphoreus.

   "North from Okhema, across the snow-covered mountains, lies Aenionus. There, I secretly changed two characters on the Granite Code, winning a rogue's indenture in a trial of life and death. In bays of the south, I snuck aboard a moored ship and dueled a rogue in the middle of a storm, and I hate water most of all! Then guess what? In a stroke of genius, I whipped out my Pulleroo and took his sword away! And there's more — under the blazing desert sun, I competed with outlaws to see who could last the longest without water, and in the dense jungle, I raced against hunters... until all 300 Rogues were in place..."

   The girl in golden boots spoke animatedly about her journey. "Next, it's time for every tyrant, parasite, and slaver in all of Amphoreus to witness the power of the so-called wretches they despise!"

   She recalled how the moment the Coin of Whimsy fell, three hundred Thief Stars streaked across the sky, descending upon the lands of Amphoreus. Lofty tyrants tumbled from their thrones, whip-wielding slavers fled in disgrace, torrents of gold vanished into thin air, only to rain down from the heavens upon the starving and the shivering...

   During that grand spectacle, Zagreus could not resist the temptation and revealed themselves, falling right into the Chrysos Heirs' ambush. The blazing Coreflame, at last, fell silent within the vortex's core. In the city of Okhema, whispers began to spread of a demigod swift as a shadow, a guardian of vagrants, a scourge to the wicked —

   "All I can do, is run!"

   "To all priests, high priests, and acolytes of the city-states, to the faithful beneath the radiance of the Throne of Worlds, and to all sentient beings:

   Since the passing of our High Priest, the Gem of All Worlds has gone missing. Upon investigation, no signs of forced entry or damage were found at the scene. After its theft, multiple reports claim to have seen the gem enter the black market, where it was exchanged for a vast sum of Balance Coins. Anyone providing useful information will receive a reward of 5,000 Balance Coins. The one who captures the culprit will receive a reward of 100,000 Balance Coins."

   — A faded, yellowing proclamation from the Council of Elders.

   "Wow, all this time, and this thing's still up...?"

   She remembered the day the bounty was posted, the moment she had no choice but to say goodbye. She couldn't meet the weaver's eyes and could only turn away, hastily turning tail and fleeing Okhema.

   Centuries later, new heroes flocked here from across Amphoreus. Her hood drawn low, she gazed at the old marketplace from afar, but few familiar faces remained. "A new flavor of pickled candies?" Crumpling the wrapper, she casually flicked it toward the flowerbed. "Glass marbles! Haven't played with these in ages!" She weighed one in her hand, aiming as she mimed tossing it into the water. ... Moments later, figures dressed as assassins tumbled down one after another from the flowerbed, the water, the trees— And yet farther ahead, the young hero stood bathed in light, returning in triumph.

   She watched from the shadows until the golden thread beside her trembled. "Seamstress, all these years, and your golden threads are sharp as ever. If I don't wanna get caught, I'd better get going!"

   She stretched lazily, crouching slightly as the wind swept past, heavy with the scent of the wilds.

   Once more, a golden streak of lightning tore from Okhema toward the eternal night. In the howling wind, she felt as if she had returned to her childhood, to those countless races where her life itself was on the line. "Run, Cifera... Only you know where your path ends... And one day, you'll be able to sprint into that splendid future..."

   In the instant the lightning split the night, it was as if she had already illuminated the entire world.

   • Introduction: It is eventually revealed that Mem was in truth the Demiurge, the 13th Nameless Titan, having broken free from her prison within the "Universal Matrix" Great Tomb of the Nameless Titan in pursuit of the Trailblazer.

   • Appearance: Mem is a pink fairy with fluffy fur, long ears, sparkly round eyes and a fluffy tail.

   • Story: After Khaslana and Cyrene begin the eternal recurrence of Amphoreus, infinitely looping the last cycle to stop the birth of the Lord Ravager Irontomb, the Cyrene of each cycle would store each Flamechasing history inside the Demiurge Matrix, speaking with the lost 13th Titan during the process. As the cycles continued, influenced by Cyrene's ideals and the stories of the Flamechase, Demiurge eventually developed into the form of a Fairy and then a mature version of Cyrene. She was fully roused during the 33,550,336th cycle, though at the cost of losing her memories initially. In the form of Mem, she first appears after the Trailblazer receives the gaze of Fuli, and showcases the ability to gather memories inside of Amphoreus and use them to travel back through time. She also likes to travel. Initially, other characters do not understand Mem, with her spoken dialogue consisting of "mem" and "memi." Only the Trailblazer and Oronyx are able to communicate with her, but after the defeat of Nikador, Castorice becomes able to understand bits of Mem's speech, and she begins speaking in understandable words periodically. After entering the trial of Oronyx, she is able to speak in complete sentences. Mem mentions that her name is something she came up with on a whim, and before realizing her identity as Cyrene, she wonders what her real name is. She also notably experiences flashes of the destruction of Aedes Elysiae, as well as a memory of Cyrene being cut by the Flame Reaver's weapon.

   • Introduction: A meteor streaks across the night sky, sending ripples through the river of life, gleaming in thirteen hues.

   Daughter of Aedes Elysiae, Chrysos Heir who nourishes "██," sow the Seed of Memory, so that flowers of the past may bloom in tomorrow. — "And together, we shall write a verse unlike any before ♪"

   As a Pure Child of Anāsrava, she is also a special Emanator of Remembrance.

   A meteor streaks across the night sky, stirring ripples in the river of life, shimmering with thirteen hues. Daughter of Aedes Elysiae, nurturer of the Chrysos Heir of "███," plants the Seed of Memory, letting yesterday's flowers bloom in tomorrow —"Now, let's write a different kind of poem together♪"

   "Is this a meeting ordained by fate, or... a long-overdue reunion? It's making my heart beat faster. Then... please once again call me 'Cyrene,' just like when we met the first time, okay?"

   • Appearance: Cyrene appears as a tall young woman with light-pink hair, a fringe with side bangs that curls inward, elf-like ears, and purple eyes with diamond-shaped pupils, accented with pink, green, and blue highlights. Her hair reaches her knees with some white streaks and fades to a darker pink, blue, and green. The middle of her hair is braided into two hearts, with a crystal hairpiece framed in silver. She has a white rose on the right side of her head, with a grey ruffle, pastel fabric, and a white laurel wreath halo. Cyrene wears a shoulderless, backless, high-low ruffled white dress with side waist openings. Underneath is a sleeveless, high-neck stained glass pattern garment. The bodice of the white dress features many intricate white details that frame the undershirt. A blue and pink rose is placed at the right of the dress at the waist with a silver heart frame under it. The inside of the dress is purple, the front is ruffled with a yellow-blue gradient short ruffled fabric on the side. At the back, a large white bow is placed at the waist, two ruffled fabrics in a green, blue, purple gradient are featured, along with another four white transparent fabrics. Tied around her neck is a white rose with a purple planet-shaped earring on her left ear. Cyrene has short, ruffled separate sleeves with a high-low hem. Her upper arms are adorned with silver arm bands, an Amphoreus tied ribbon in pink and blue wraps around her right wrist, and two white ribbons with a white rose on her left. Cyrene dons crystal-like closed-toe pumps with purple soles and a white patterned design on her calves and right thigh. On her left hand, she wears a silver ring with a pink heart-shaped crystal on her ring finger.

   • Story: A meteor streaks across the night sky, sending ripples through the river of life, gleaming in thirteen hues. Daughter of Aedes Elysiae, Chrysos Heir who nourishes "██," sow the Seed of Memory, so that flowers of the past may bloom in tomorrow. "Now, let's write a different kind of poem together ♪"

   ... 0, 9, 3 PhiLia093... ... PhiLia093 = Peach ... Light. Warm. Bright. White. ... Sky. Clouds, soft. Touch, scatter, brush, lick again, it rains. ... Flower. Sweet. Soft. Like a peach. Wind of time, stories come, sunshine, fragrant. ... Little fairy. Fluffy. Seven voices, combined. Accompany lost children. Clever. ... World. The world is the light, sky, ocean, stars, seeds, flowers, birds, hope. The world is beautiful. The world is a story. Peaches came and left. Stories after stories. ... You, me. You are... a peach. I am... a peach. You are a person. You, for many, many people. I am a person. I, for many, many people. ...

   Later, you became "blank" again... While you were gone, I've been thinking hard! But no matter how much I ponder, I don't understand... The blonde weaver can produce the finest clothing, so why is she not allowed to see? If the lion-like prince cannot die, must he suffer injuries over and over again? All those red-haired little girls, why do they keep getting fewer and fewer? And Peach, where do you go every time you leave? ... Next time, will you answer these questions for me? I'll be waiting for you ♪ For the 496,000th time.

   —— The Demiurge's Record.

   In the 33,550,335th story, I'm still searching for that answer.

   In one story, the blonde weaver gave up her work as a tailor to become a free-spirited bandit alongside her cat. In another story, the lion-like prince grew up strong and healthy, remaining undefeated with not a single scar left on his body. And sometimes, the red-haired girls would find protection under a kind ruler, filling Okhema with their laughter and joy. I've also seen the songstress of the Ocean return to the uninhabited shore with the Imperator, while Anaxagoras took up the mantle as the head of the Flame-Chase, leading everyone forward...

   But at the end of every story, like pages burning in vain, a pitch-black monster emerges. You say it has many names. "Irontomb," "Destruction," or... "Destiny."

   Peach, you're always smiling, but I can feel every tremor in your voice when you tell the story. Is that how the Flame-Chase ends? Every story writes that "Losses are a constant on the Flame-Chase journey." You say that's also "love." So, is "love" a series of losses, and also a series of waiting?

   Peach, I don't understand. But I felt it, that "shooting star" you mentioned. My "heart" is beating in sync with it.

   If you run toward it, you might fall and shatter into countless pieces. Heh, but from a different perspective, those fragments are like crystal flowers, reflecting even more beautiful eyes, right?

   In this story, ripples will spread for the shooting star... The flower nourished through thirty million lifetimes will finally drift into the distance. I know that soon, I'll lose many memories, like petals falling one by one. But only then can I become light enough to ride on the wind and chase after the shooting star ♪

   Then, let me be the little fairy in Peach's story~ I'll dress myself up in pink fluff. In my most adorable form, I'll accept every request from "Cyrene" and plant crystal flowers of "love" in people's hearts.

   Then, in the name of "Cyrene," together with the shooting star, let's write a romantic story like none that has come before ♪

   —— "Cyrene's" Memory.

   A long, long time ago...

   "Mem..." "?" Hehe, what a mysterious encounter to start our story with. ...

   "Travel, like. With you, together?" "Memories... collect. Piece together, whole." We embark on the journey, and write about those years of Flame-Chasing with the Chrysos Heirs.

   With the weaver, weave time into gold. Beneath the lance of Strife, warriors of Kremnos blazed a brilliant path forward with blood and flames. If time were a flower, the Holy Maiden created a thousand fragrant tomorrows. For the truth, the sage shall cast his life to flames. A gentle embrace, at least, makes farewells a little more beautiful. When evernight descends upon Okhema, as the physician and cat look up at the sky, perhaps they share but one simple wish: long may rainbows adorn the sky, as lies dance on the breeze.

   At that final destination, we bid farewell to Aedes Elysiae's dream scented in wheat. Like the combustion of dawn, the blank hero stands against the ashen sky as daybreak rises from your shoulders.

   Countless memories awakened me in the moment of Era Nova. Like the thirty million cycles before, it is still filled with sacrifice and sorrow. But this time, because of you, it was bathed in a warm light. You inherited the divine authority of Worldbearing, and I settled in the heart of the Time demigod. From the past to the present, we can finally step forward into the future.

   In the epoch etched in golden blood, that entity, considering themself as a god, receives their due punishment for the first time. Explore, understand, establish, and connect. Ah, when that child of Remembrance threatened to drown the world, I witnessed once again the resolve of the Trailblaze. The destiny of Amphoreus is no longer a futile cycle. It has become inextricably linked with the faith to move forward.

   At the end of the story, all the Flame-Chasing heroes joined hands to face the headless giant of Destruction... With the love of thirty million worlds, everything that was destroyed transformed into a page of Pure Land, reborn from our memories...

   Hehe, it's been such a long, long journey. I wish we could just wrap up this story with a perfect ending right here. But you know, my "love" isn't perfect, and it's not the answer to everything. But together, we can do anything, right? ♪

   If... "love" shatters in order to have an embrace, would it transform into the world's "light"? Perhaps it's a stroke of wistful loss, but those countless rays of light will surely write an ending unlike any before for this world we so deeply love ♪

   — A story written by Cyrene and Trailblazer.

   A long, long time from now...

   Anaxagoras, Genius Society #100. I heard he's challenging the "Imaginary Tree" theory... If it's him, he can definitely do it, right? ... Mirror Holder Aglaea. Heh, her designs will surely draw massive crowds to Pier Point. ... Explorer Cerydra became the first person to conquer a black hole up close. While witnessing the black hole's magnificent beauty, she claimed it was a singer's record that helped her resist the temptation of the Nihility. ... In the Games of the Galactics held every four Amber Eras, Cipher will represent Amphoreus in the sprints, while Phainon and Mydei will lead the Flame-Chaser team. Their showdown with the Xianzhou foxian team is one of the highlights of this competition! ... Castorice's long-running novel series is coming to an end. What will be the conclusion we've waited ten Amber Eras for? ... Lady Tribios has unveiled her universe-traversing vessel. Aboard the ship, the "Ica" vaccine developed by Lady Hyacine will be delivered to many worlds corrupted by viruses... ... The Astral Express departs once again for the cosmos's tomorrow, and the legacy of the Nameless continues to echo throughout the stars. ...

   When fallen leaves return to branches and raindrops float back to the sky... Ah. I just can't help but write down these beautiful fantasies.

   Amphoreus is but a slumbering seed, and if it grows into the Great Tree in the future, the fruits hanging from its branches will surely surpass my wildest imagination.

   How can these stories grow without a blank space? So, (Trailblazer), don't be sad, okay? When the seed returns to soil, my story will scatter in the wind, but it will create beautiful ripples for the cosmos, like how a shattered crystal flower will bring more light to people... That's what "love" is, right?

   The future will bloom from here, like the beginning of this story. I'll speak, and you'll listen...

   Me, and you. ... Ripples, world. ... Fairy, fluffy. ... Hope. ... Flower. ... Sky. ... Light. ...

   — Verses left blank for the future.

   • Introduction: Demiurge, daughter of Aedes Elysiae, Amphoreus's Pure Child of Anāsrava, and the "Soul" of Scepter δ-me13. At the epic's end, this maiden's memories flow backwards through time, transforming into "PhiLia093" at the beginning of time, completing the cycle of causality.

   The Demiurge is the Genesis Titan, the thirteenth and hidden Titan of Amphoreus.

   Due to Lygus' actions, the Demiurge never surfaced within Amphoreus. However, Cyrene encountered the Demiurge, who inherited her legacy and will to save Amphoreus and its people in the name of love.

   As a Pure Child of Anāsrava, it is also a special Emanator of Remembrance.

   The Demiurge was intended to be the mind module, also referred to as the "head," of Irontomb, but due to Lygus' interference with the Amphoreus Experiment, the Demiurge was expelled from the extrapolations and never existed. This made Irontomb a being with no sentience, and a puppet in Lygus' hands.

   However, because Irontomb continued to believe the Demiurge existed, a tomb was still formed. The non-existence of the Demiurge led to Irontomb being "headless," and the instincts that derived from it drove it to replace its head with Nous, guiding all extrapolations towards Destruction.

   • Story: As "Seed of Memory" Originally, Scepter δ-me13 was queried by Nous the Erudition to find the "prime mover of life." To achieve this, Scepter δ-me13 began to nurture a life form possessing an "Ego." However, after Lygus came across the Scepter, he detonated a Stellaron within the kernel layer of the Scepter. The Demiurge survived the explosion but became contaminated and fell into a deep slumber.

   When the Eternal Recurrences were initiated by Khaslana and Cyrene, Cyrene entered the kernel layer to upload and record the memories of the Flame-Chase, offering them to Fuli the Remembrance. During this process, in her loneliness, Cyrene often spoke to the Scepter and, unknowingly, communicated with the Demiurge. As the Eternal Recurrences continued, Cyrene's presence and stories gradually influenced the Demiurge. Over time, it began to resemble the fairies of the Membrance Maze, and eventually, it took on the appearance of an adult Cyrene. By the 33,550,336th eternal recurrence, the Demiurge was fully roused, though at the cost of losing her memories initially.

   As "Bud of Memory" (Mem) In the form of Mem, she first appears after the Trailblazer receives the gaze of Fuli, and showcases the ability to gather memories inside of Amphoreus and use them to travel back through time.

   Initially, other characters do not understand Mem, with her spoken dialogue consisting of "mem" and "memi." Only the Trailblazer and Oronyx are able to communicate with her, but after the defeat of Nikador, Castorice becomes able to understand bits of Mem's speech, and she begins speaking in understandable words periodically. After entering the trial of Oronyx, she is able to speak in complete sentences.

   Mem mentions that her name is something she came up with on a whim, and before realizing her identity as Cyrene, she wonders what her real name is. She also notably experiences flashes of the destruction of Aedes Elysiae, as well as a memory of Cyrene being cut by the Flame Reaver's weapon.

   As "Blossom of Memory" and "Flower of Memory" (Cyrene) After Mem sacrificed herself to protect the Trailblazer from the chaotic flow of time, the Demiurge took the form of Cyrene in the 33,550,337th eternal recurrence. The memories of the 33,550,336 previous Cyrenes and Mem merged together. Demiurge then embarked on a journey with the Trailblazer and helped stop Lygus from completing Era Nova by influencing Cerydra, the Ultimate Protocol of the Scepter, and convincing her to aid the Trailblazer and their companions in saving Amphoreus. She also rescued the Trailblazer from the prison of memory created by Evernight and brought her to a Light Cone, where Evernight was confronted by March 7th.

   After the Era Nova process was completed, the Demiurge took on the form of a mature Cyrene, met the Trailblazer, and revealed that she had regained all her memories. She remembered that she was the thirteenth Titan of Amphoreus. Cyrene then recounted the moments she had shared with the original Cyrene and explained how those experiences had taught her to "Love."

   Following the Battle of Amphoreus, the defeat of Irontomb, and the victory of the Cosmic Alliance, made possible through the Demiurge's actions, Herta informed her of the gaps in the causality of Amphoreus, which could lead to Irontomb reforming once again due to missing logic. The Demiurge was presented with two choices: remain in the present and allow Irontomb to eventually manifest again, or return to the past to fill the gaps in causality and close the loop, thereby denying Irontomb any chance of victory.

   When she returned to the past, it was revealed that Fuli had never gazed upon the Trailblazer; it was, in fact, the Demiurge whom Oronyx had mistaken for Fuli. The Demiurge also planted the ceremonial blade once wielded by Cyrene in the Sacrament Courtyard. The Demiurge also sent out a signal, in form of traces, to the mirrors of the Garden of Recollection, hoping that the Trailblazer would one day eventually arrive at Amphoreus. At the end of her path backward through time, the Demiurge's consciousness dissipated and her soul was split into two, transforming into both PhiLia093 and the Seed of Memory.

   • Introduction: The chest of Georios and the body of walking dragon shoulder the shattered earth, enduring a thousand years of suffering.

   Nameless Dan Heng, Chrysos Heir who guards the Earth's Coreflame, you must steady the world as it falls, and guide all life across the land to a new home beyond.

   — All rivers flow to the sea, mountains echo in chorus, the path of Permanence shall stretch beyond horizons.

   The chest of Georios, the body of the fallen dragon supporting the shattered earth, enduring millennia of pain. Dan Heng, the Nameless and the Chrysos Heir who guards the Earth's Coreflame, steadies the world before it falls and guides all life across the land to a new home beyond. Rivers flow to the sea, mountains echo in harmony, and the eternal path stretches ten thousand miles.

   "As you can see, that transformation was brought about by the power of the Permanence. Though you may have many questions, I'd like to reintroduce myself before I answer them — I am the Guard of the Astral Express, your companion, Dan Heng the Nameless."

   • Appearance: Dan Heng • Permansor Terrae's appearance differs slightly from both his Imbibitor Lunae form and appearance as seen on the Astral Express. He is taller, has teal eyes with a blue tint, and also has short black hair which fades to a teal color tied into a low, thin ponytail with a golden clasp at his back. He sports a pair of gold dragon horns and a teal tail with gold details. His outfit takes inspiration from his other forms. He wears a short-sleeved, high-collar black shirt with intricate details and a silver zipper. Two thin, grey fabrics are wrapped around his right shoulder and upper arm. He wears half of his original white jacket on his right side, but with more details and a silver shoulder guard. The coattails are white with a teal interior, split into four separate pieces. On his right shoulder is a short white sleeve. Around his waist is a large black belt with a golden buckle, and a strap dangles down with his Astral Express ticket. A teal fabric fading into yellow is tied on the left side of his belt, while the right has a golden dragon ornament with a hoop. Dan Heng also wears black pants with a black thigh garter lined with gold. He sports a pair of black boots, reaching up to his calves with golden soles. On his left hand is a fingerless glove, while his right glove has golden claws and details wrapped around the cuff.

   • Story: The chest of Georios, the body of the fallen dragon supporting the shattered earth, enduring millennia of pain. Dan Heng, the Nameless and the Chrysos Heir who guards the Earth's Coreflame, steadies the world before it falls and guides all life across the land to a new home beyond. Rivers flow to the sea, mountains echo in harmony, and the eternal path stretches ten thousand miles.

   He never imagined this day would come, when the Trailblaze seemed to screech to an abrupt halt. The acrid smell of blood spread as the wrecked car spewed choking smoke and dust. He struggled to his feet, groping for direction in the darkness. Tick-tock, tick-tock... In the deathly silence, only the echoes of life slipping away remained.

   "Trailblazer..." The deformed components in the car blocked his path. Fighting through excruciating pain, he removed the obstacles one by one. Warm blood trickled down his fingertips, but what terrified him more was that he could barely sense that familiar breathing anymore.

   "Let's... go home together." He administered the medicine he carried, the nearly depleted spirit water swirling in his palm, but against such horrific wounds, even healing was futile. The Black Tide Creatures prowled, surrounding them both with their howls. The Cloud-Piercer shattered, crashing onto desolate rocks. The spirit water turned crimson as he used his last ounce of strength to shield the Trailblazer.

   He woke up from the nightmare, gasping for breath. ...

   "What's up? Is there something on my face?" At breakfast the next day, his gray-haired companion asked curiously. "Thankfully it's not like in the dream..." But he didn't say it out loud, just turned his gaze to the sky outside the window, "It's nothing... eat up."

   The sky over Okhema remained azure blue. But he couldn't help his thoughts from wandering, "I wonder if March is doing alright..." The car plummeted like a burning meteor. Would she, arriving later, meet the same fate? Or perhaps something even worse... He shook his head, pushing away the chaotic thoughts.

   Another new day dawns. With recording tools in hand, he prepares to head to the market. The Trailblaze journey seems to be going as usual.

   His Trailblaze often begins with exploration and understanding.

   "Little Dannie, hold on tight, sit tight, here we go..." He sought knowledge of lost history from the red-haired girl, and they invited him to a history lesson overlooking the world.

   "Kremnos's tradition?" "Yes. May we have a duel?" He asked the golden-haired crown prince. By the side, a white-haired youth was eager to try. "I want to join as well. Traditions like this are better experienced." The proud lion of Kremnos kept silent, responding only with a stance.

   ...

   He ventured to the Grove, poring over every book in its collection, as the shattered world gradually took shape in his mind. To find a way back to the stars, he delved deep into the ruins, investigating the mysteries of the world beyond the sky.

   He records everything he experiences, just as he has done at every stop along the way. But when the fate of the world rests upon a hero's shoulders, he knows that this "Trailblaze" cannot be reduced to mere cold entries.

   Those were pivotal battles, each and every one. Together with companions, they ended the history of "Strife" and witnessed the crown prince of Kremnos break from tradition. (Trailblazer) joined the fray, returning the Coreflame of Time. When (he/she) returned from the treacherous nether realm, he still couldn't forget the joy of that day, like one who had survived a catastrophe.

   Those were also countless moments of farewell. The Holy Maiden's thousand forms withered, the sage was reduced to ashes, and the daughter of the River of Souls bid her final farewell to the mortal realm... He remembered at the time of parting, they were either sorrowful or content, but never once did they show any regret.

   "If one day, we too shall come to this..." Thinking of (Trailblazer)'s destiny and March 7th who had yet to arrive, he too had spent sleepless nights over this.

   "For a thousand years, we have all been prepared to face sacrifice, or to sacrifice ourselves for our companions..." He had seen it more than once... The weaver gathering relics, embroidering them with a golden flower. "Now... there are no regrets left."

   Compared to the existence of the Permanence, their lives were like fleeting fyreflies. Yet he could clearly see those twinkling lights illuminating the night sky they had traversed and would traverse together.

   As Okhema falls into the blood-red twilight, the prophesied moment shall arrive. Yet facing the inevitable strike from the black-clad swordmaster, his heart remains as calm as the vast ocean.

   He believes (Trailblazer) will forge ahead without hesitation. By the faint glow of the Flame-Chase, he too caught a glimpse of the path he must take.

   At the end of Era Nova, the cold testing ground reveals its cruel core. The tidal waves of the Remembrance merge into a tsunami, engulfing the pathstrider of Trailblaze. When he awakens, his companions are already lost in the bottomless Memory Zone.

   He felt as if he'd returned to those solitary days before boarding the Express, yet the pain of this moment told him this was more than just a nightmare. The moment he stepped back into the memoria tide, fragments of the past came rushing towards him...

   "...Their heartbeat and pulse are very weak. March, get ready to perform CPR." "Huh!? I... I don't have much experience with that. Dan Heng, you do it!" He remembered their fateful first encounter with (Trailblazer).

   "I'm just imagining all the fun stuff that'll happen to us three... hehe!" On the streets of Belobog, snow once blanketed their shoulders, and sharing a steaming hot wrap was enough to warm up the entire winter night.

   "...As a descendant of the Vidyadhara, I will fulfill my duty to the Luofu." In the presence of (Trailblazer) and March 7th, he broke free from the shadows of his past, as their laughter and chatter gradually melted away his snow-heavy memories.

   "What did you encounter in Ena's Dream?" "I dreamed of the Express passing station after station, with people coming and going, yet we five remained together throughout. This journey seemed as if it would never end." In a similar Memory Zone, they had once escaped Penacony's dream together, leaving the most desired future to reality.

   "Dan Heng, how much more can you sacrifice?" The voice in his heart questioned his resolve, and he answered with decisive action.

   The fading demigod entrusted the Coreflame to him. The moment he grasped it, countless gazes of desperate souls seemed to ignite his very being. At the moment the Sacred Tree fell, he shouldered the burden of a world's creatures, fusing their bloodline with the earth of Amphoreus.

   He ventured into the depths of earth's root system, searching for the direction of his companions. Through vast jungles and endless seas, he traversed wind and frost, crossed the Dead Sea desert, and sometimes lost his way in this complex world.

   In every moment when he stepped into darkness, he could always feel that gentle gaze behind him. "We're retracing our old flight paths, with so much to redo. We need a guard... and an archiver."

   "I am 'Dan Heng'..." Along the inescapable path of the past, the wild dragon roars as it breaks free from all restraints, soaring towards the unfinished road ahead...

   "I am... the one who guards the path of Trailblaze!"

   He felt as if he was back on the speeding Astral Express. He watched as the Express ventured into the vast unknown, blazing trails never traveled before.

   In the endlessly stretching path through space, he saw a giant dragon soaring through chaos. It once slumbered in its egg, until one day it emerged in rebirth. It met others of its kind, sharing the same bloodline and path. It stirred vast spirit waters, bringing rain and nourishing all living things. It upheld the earth of gold and stone, protecting the eternal prosperity of all nations... Its path still winds toward the future. War's flames licked its scales, and from that heat, it shed its old scales time and time again, gaining rebirth. Then, together with the express, it leaped toward the future.

   ...

   "You know, in the future, if the Express gets covered in a layer of cosmic barnacles that won't wash off, Dan Heng can use his... Dragonquake Boom to sand them away!" "Great idea. Look, Dan Heng's waking up... Want to bet whether it was a good dream or..."

   "You guys are too noisy..." As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw (Trailblazer) and March whispering loudly next to his ear. "Come on, spill it! Falling asleep at a time like this. What sweet dreams were you having?"

   March stretched lazily, gazing into the distance with anticipation. "Let me guess, did you dream about what's going to happen on our upcoming journey?" "..." "Do you even need to ask? Of course we're gonna beat up all the bad guys!"

   The wind that blew then seemed to carry the aroma of breakfast from the Express. "Let's... go home together." He made a silent vow, as he had in the past, and would in the future.

   • Introduction: In the secluded Memory Zone, candlelight casts echoes of the past, softly fading away in the mist.

   Evernight, child of Remembrance born from the shadow, Chrysos Heir who conceals the Coreflame of Time, you shall stir the tide of Oblivion, guarding the wish of the mirrored soul.

   — "Don't worry, I'll watch over your path of Trailblaze... no matter the cost♭"

   As a Pure Child of Anāsrava, she is also a special Emanator of Remembrance.

   In the Memory Zone secluded from the world, candlelight reflects the past, silently extinguishing in the mist. Evernight, child of Remembrance emerging from those shadows, the Chrysos Heir who conceals the Coreflame of "Time," raises the waves of "Oblivion" to protect the wishes of those in the mirror "Don't worry, I will guard the path of Trailblaze for you... at any cost. ♭"

   "The third month of Amphoreus is the month reserved for the Veil of Evernight... Then let us call this incarnation — the shadow of her — 'Evernight.'"

   • Appearance: Evernight has the appearance of a pale young woman with black and red eyes. She has light pink hair similar to March 7th's: short, messy, and at shoulder-length, with two strands that reach just past her collarbones, but slightly darker and with two additional strands in the back, reaching her thighs. On the left side of her head she has a black, four-petaled flower accessory as well as two small silver hairclips. On her right ear is an upside-down question mark earring in dark red. She wears a short, black coat dress with the left side longer than the right. On the bottom of her coatdress is her Astral Express ticket, which is inverted in color. The edges of the coat have many black and silver details, and underneath a white ruffled fabric peeks though. The coat has a single left sleeve with a white cuff, and a zipper that looks like a mouth is seen on the upper arm. The front of the jacket additionally has four metal buttons; two on each side, with the bottom-leftmost button connected to a silver chain paired with a red gem, which ends at the side of her waist with another flower-shaped clip. The back of the jacket has a layer of black and white fabric folded to look like ruffles on the waist. Underneath the dress, she wears a white sweater with a cutout to expose her shoulders, which is also red from the sternum down. The sleeve of the sweater has intricate grey details, and she wears a knitted high collar with two buttons on the right and a grey flower pin on the left. A white, near-transparent fabric that represents jellyfish oral arms wraps around her arm loosely, flowing behind her in the front and back. Pinned on the chest is the same red flower that is behind her jacket. She wears black half gloves with silver nails, and her right hand is adorned with 3 rings: one on her pinky, thumb, and middle. Her leg garter, which is on her right thigh, has a red flower in the middle. She also sports a pair of short black boots with red soles and short, white leg warmers with the same flower as seen on her thigh garter. A black candle-like decoration is placed on her sleeves, boots, back, and chest.

   • Story: In the Memory Zone secluded from the world, candlelight reflects the past, silently extinguishing in the mist. Evernight, child of Remembrance emerging from those shadows, the Chrysos Heir who conceals the Coreflame of "Time," raises the waves of "Oblivion" to protect the wishes of those in the mirror "Don't worry, I will guard the path of Trailblaze for you... at any cost. ♭"

   "Dear March 7th,

   Meeting you is like seeing the first light of dawn, filling me with anticipation. Perhaps I was too eager, appearing before you like this, but thankfully the pheromones made you dismiss it as just an illusion.

   The last time we were this close was when you tried to explore the past. Compared to then, you seem to have grown a bit more. You and your companions—(Trailblazer), Dan Heng, Himeko, Welt, and that knightly friend—fought together as one... Even I had to put in a bit of effort against such a formidable opponent ♭

   Memory is such a wondrous thing... Before you knew it, your journey had already come this far.

   I still remember countless greedy eyes glinting behind the starlit trails, peering at this body, coveting this secret. Even though I could tear through the hunters' web, the prismatic light of the Garden always chased behind me... Any rain or tears would evaporate into a vacuum against that luminescence.

   But where can I escape from "the past"... escape from "myself"? Is it in those emotionless specimens, in the elusive Beauty? Is it in The Hunt that forever prowls, yet never finds its way home? Or in Destruction, where blood and tears intertwine, despised by all? ...

   Until a blinding beam of light shot in from afar, making my vision nearly white with overexposure. But that moment truly inspired me. You need a blank "starting point." So I closed my eyes.

   Now I can finally tell you. It was the light from the Express. Like a shooting star.

   Yours truly, 'Evernight' ♭" — A voice deep within.

   "Dear March 7th,

   March, the curtain has fallen on the evernight. Rest easy now.

   I will track the paths of those you care about. When you wake up one day, you'll know which ones were worth remembering, and which ones should fade into oblivion.

   The shattered girl of a thousand forms could only safely take the journey with your help. Even so, a similar destiny awaited them: They proclaimed the prophecy of the Flame-Chase to the world, yet most of them withered away in the strife of blood and fire. ... The Gladius with its beautiful song, together with the flamecrowned Imperator, raised the curtain on the god-slaying act. Yet those victory celebrations and mutual salvations dispersed like bubbles dancing in the air under the trampling of the gods. ... If all these years were compiled into a journal of the Flame-Chase Journey, it would surely be adorned with futile words and withered flowers.

   But I believe that if you saw it too, you would also bet your life to keep Trailblazing forever for your companions, encountering the unknown frontier countless times. Just like when you called out to me for help back then, right?

   I will use the power of the Remembrance to pacify those sorrowful years. I will also protect your companions who have yet to arrive, shielding them from the harm of the Memosnatchers.

   You've always held unwavering trust in your heart. You trust that your companions would join forces with heroes to rewrite this futile and sorrowful ending. You trust that the Trailblaze would bring change to every world they've set foot in.

   Good night, March. When you wake up, I hope to give you... a 'future' painted with a beautiful ending. ♭

   Yours truly, 'Evernight' ♭" — A voice deep within.

   "Dear March 7th,

   The night feels so long... Is it because I can't hear your voice?

   I'm grateful for your slumber, for it spares you from witnessing the midnight of Amphoreus. These ruins where you first arrived, buried deep with the most ruthless essence of Oblivion.

   Endless nightmares surge forth from here, devouring the cosmos... You won't like it. Just like my past confusion... when trapped by the Remembrance, no new "future" can ever be born.

   For thirty million lives, that girl futilely gathered the memories, praying to the deity with authority over the Remembrance beyond the sky. But those scarred memories, those ripples of memories disguised as "heroic tales," are all just fuel for Destruction... Will they ever amount to anything at all?

   But strangely enough, that girl's every move and the stories she tells sometimes remind me of you. You, too, after every journey, would vividly recount your adventure stories and imagine wonderful futures.

   You used to say that one day, you'd light the path ahead for everyone with your camera flash. You once said you'd definitely protect the Express Crew with your "Starshatter: Shard Supreme." You also said you'd become mature, elegant, and strong, leading everyone forward.

   Your wild imagination... every stroke and line is etched into my dormancy.

   So... if it were you, how would you embellish a story of an unreachable future? I have pondered how to keep that girl's "story" from wandering in the endless cycle of years, too... You would naturally do the same, wouldn't you? But when I peered through the cracks of time to see the beginning and end of this world's memories... I knew that hypocritical sky father had already turned THEIR back on the Amphoreus, setting THEIR gaze toward the Destruction. And THEIR maniacal followers will chase after the afterglow of memories to find you once again...

   Even your companions, striders of the Trailblaze — their arrival merely delays the gestation of Destruction— Our only way out, a thorough "Rain of Sensation," will cleanse all traces of futile agony here. Your companions need only fall into slumber to gain the chance for a new departure.

   This "rain" won't last forever. It will wash away all painful memories. Perhaps "Oblivion" is the only exit. Then, in this journal called Amphoreus, I can finally paste the future you've been yearning for.

   Keep your eyes closed, March. I'll take care of the cruel part ♭

   Yours truly, 'Evernight' ♭"

   — A voice deep within.

   "Dear March 7th,

   Dawn is breaking. I'm grateful that I saw that glimmer of light again in the moment closest to the darkness.

   They were once the fleeting glimmers of light while I was in my long slumber. I've dreamed of them in Penacony's surreal memory, marveled at them in the Scalegorge Waterscape, and even the icy storms of Jarilo-VI could not take away their warmth.

   Even now, even though I'm about to sink into the familiar night, I can still feel the gaze behind me. They're waiting for "you."

   Maybe I shouldn't have pretended to be convinced by you. Saying I wasn't worried would be a lie. Can you really stand against the tides of the Destruction? Can you take care of yourself? Can they protect you? What will you become? Do you have a different answer? Will you regret it? Will I regret it? Will I regret it? Will I regret it?

   You've already laid bare every memory before me, holding nothing back. I know that what you call the Trailblaze is a journey that carries the past, connects the present, and sails forward with courage. It is not a mirage built on a blank page. I don't know if you'll succeed. But maybe, no matter the end, the only one I can choose now is who you are at this very moment. And the only one I can look toward is the you in the days ahead.

   I've also wondered what I should leave for you if I leave you one day? Strength. Denial. Identity. Admonition. Habits. Blessing. But this has always been your life, and the best gift I can leave you... is a blank canvas for you to paint on your own. Like the name 'March 7th.' It's unique, yet so fitting. More importantly, it belongs only to you.

   Go forth, March. Let this unexpected encounter be like a gentle rain that nourishes you. Paint your blank future with colors that are uniquely yours ♭

   Yours truly, 'Evernight' ♭"

   — A voice deep within.

   "Dear Evernight,

   I'm not sure if you can hear me, so I'll just say it in my heart~

   You know, I've picked up some of your thoughts, too. You're mysterious and powerful, but I think we're really not that different! You keep saying you want to burn away all the memories, but I bet you remember them even more clearly than I do, right?~ Just between us, I used to daydream about becoming someone like that too... You know, someone really amazing and super elegant!

   Thank you for protecting my companions, and thank you for always being there when we needed support! But we all need to learn to grow up. Look! I just took a big step forward on the road to the future! I'll keep walking. I'll keep going. One day, we'll both be there to witness "my" past and "my" future!

   Yours truly, 'March 7th'"

   — A voice deep within.

   • Introduction: As the city-state in the clouds crumbles through time, the Twilight Courtyard opens its gates once more, bringing a glimmer of light to Evernight. You, Physician Hyacinthia, Chrysos Heir who guards the Sky Coreflame, must inherit your ancestors' will and mend the torn fabric of dusk and dawn.

   May the rainbow light pour down, dissolve all grudges, and bring the dawn back to this land.

   As the city-state in the clouds crumbles through time, the Twilight Courtyard opens its gates once more, bringing a glimmer of light to Evernight. Physician Hyacinthia is the Chrysos Heir who watches over the Coreflame of Sky. Carrying the will of her ancestors, she mends the torn fabric of dusk and dawn. May the rainbow light pour down, dissolve all grudges, and bring the dawn back to this land.

   "As the descendant of Sky, I, Hyacinthia, will fulfill the Flame-Chase duty with all of you. At the same time, I'll do my best to help everyone as Hyacine, healer of the Twilight Courtyard. This is my good friend and assistant, the little pegasus Ika. Do you want pet them? Please, go ahead! They love being petted~"

   • Appearance: Hyacine is a young, fair-skinned woman with curled pink twin-tails that reach her shoulders, which fade into a light blue color and are tied with fluffy hair ties. She also has curly bangs with two longer locks of curled hair reaching her shoulders on either side. Her eyes are cyan with a sparkle-shaped reflection in her irises. Hyacine's outfit consists of a sleeveless and layered white and burgundy dress reaching her thighs with scalloped edges. The upper layer has gold detailing and trim, with short flared sleeves and a pink scalloped hem. The lower layer is slightly longer and has silver detailing with a trim. The dress has a white mantel collar with a silver pattern on the edges. A cyan bow in the middle, with a gold hyacinth ornament, the left tail of which is longer than the right. Behind she wears a burgundy cape featuring gold patterning and detailing, along with a baby pink inner. The cape extends to her knees in two separate parts, with two hyacinth ornaments attached to the ends. Around her waist is a black strap, the back attached to a pink bow held together by a gold clasp with a swirled pink and cyan pattern. There are two sets of tails in a pink and blue striped pattern. On the front left of the dress, Hyacine wears a keychain of a plushie, similar to Little Ica. She wears separate white puffy sleeves with gold lining at the top and white cuffs. A gold hyacinth ornament adorns both sides of the sleeves. Her legs are clad in white pantyhose, and she sports black low-heeled loafers with black anklets adorned with burgundy bows. The loafers have pink soles and a gold hyacinth ornament on the ends of each strap, with the back of the bow also has a hyacinth ornament. She wears a burgundy beret with a white trim, decorated with wings and a golden half-halo with hyacinth ornament at the ends.

   • Story: As the city-state in the clouds crumbles through time, the Twilight Courtyard opens its gates once more, bringing a glimmer of light to Evernight. Physician Hyacinthia is the Chrysos Heir who watches over the Coreflame of Sky. Carrying the will of her ancestors, she mends the torn fabric of dusk and dawn. May the rainbow light pour down, dissolve all grudges, and bring the dawn back to this land.

   "Slowly spread your wings... yes, just like we did last time. Breathe deeply together with the doctor, okay?" "Relax a little. It's all fine... hmm, your wingspan has grown! You've been eating well, haven't you?" The candlelight cast a warm glow on the fluffy little head as the girl picked up the pony and gently placed it on the scale.

   "Don't worry. Soon you'll be just as tall and strong as the other winged beasts, okay?" Putting on the stethoscope, the girl began her examination. As she touched the pony's side, she felt a new "wound" beneath its ribs. "You're hurt?"

   She gently stroked the pony's wings, carefully stuffing cotton into the loosened crack before taking out a needle and thread. "It'll hurt a little, but don't worry, my stitches are steady..." "You've been training too hard again, haven't you? Because so many people keep telling you about your mother, your grandmother, and all the great ancestors? How they could soar into the sky with a single leap, and how they could shatter rock with a single charge?" "Everyone expects you to become a hero like the thunder itself, but no matter how much you train, it feels like you only let them down..." "Like you're completely different from them..."

   The pony remained still, its dark, glossy eyes gazing out the window. The thunder that tore through the sky still echoed in the distance, a storm stirred by the heroes of the sky city and their winged beasts. "Let me tell you a secret... I'm just like you..."

   In that lonely, dimly lit ward, the girl, bedridden for so long, clutched her doll and needle, practising for the hundredth time the medical techniques her father had taught her.

   "But maybe... a different kind of light has its own meaning too..."

   Like all healers, the girl made a vow to cure everyone. She wished to soothe the suffering of mortals as the world collapsed, but when the black tide swallowed city-states and plague surrounded the wounded, she could only drive away disease — she could not stop despair from spreading. "Perhaps, to be a good physician, one needs far more than just effective medicine..."

   "Milky-white curtains should let in the light, the bed should be firm yet soft, and fresh flowers should be placed by the bedside... that way, even inside the room, they can see the same 'colors' as outside..." She wanted to bring hope to those in the end times, a ray of light shining in from the future.

   Accompanied by the soothing scent of incense, a girl on the verge of passing murmured in the warmth and comfort of the room, as long-sealed memories slowly resurfaced. "The day my father gave me a music box, it was also drizzling outside. I listened to the chimes of its melody, spending the most wonderful birthday amidst the pitter-patter of the rain... "I still remember how white roses bloomed all along the streets, and when the wind blew, it was like a snowfall filled with fragrance... "And that sky, a deepening blue with a touch of orange-red falling within it," she reminisced, "and then those transparent bubbles surrounded me, just like... just like they are now..."

   Tick-tock, tick-tock... The clock hands moved through memories as the voice telling them grew weaker. In the ever-flowing sound of rain, only a single sigh of content remained.

   "Du du..."Little Ica lowered its head, dejectedly curling up beside the plush pony. "Little Ica, did you hear that... She saw the sky we created..." On the ceiling of the room, the setting sun sank into the sea.

   She held the girl's gradually cooling hand, crystal-clear tears slipping down her face. "One day, we'll make it even wider, even warmer..." "Du!"

   Okhema, the gathering place of heroes, the last hope in the end times. "The Flame-Chase Journey," "The Coreflame," "The Titans"... Even though she had long grown familiar with these fierce and burning names, when others called her a hero, she would simply wave it off. "I'm just a physician." That was what she told everyone who came to the courtyard.

   The sorrowful girl came seeking answers about the "incurable ailment" inflicted by the Death Titan. "Cassie, that's not an illness at all! There's still so much for you to experience!" She often accompanied the girl in birdwatching and stargazing, crafting specimens and chimera plush toys. Seeing the smile on the girl's face, she, too, felt warmth.

   She was well aware of the discord between the cold weaver and the proud scholar. In the newly established mediation room, she prepared the weaver's favorite oatmeal, the scholar's essential fizzy horseradish vinegar for grading papers, and invited the eldest demigod. "If they refuse to come, then... I'll have Little Ica du-du-du in their ears every single day!"

   She sowed pomegranate seeds in the Twilight Courtyard, planted a field of wheatgrass, and cultivated a sea of flowers, creating a place where every traveler arriving in Okhema could set down their burdens and speak freely. "I hope that small acts of kindness can melt away the long-standing wounds between our peoples."

   She could never stop worrying about that ever-corroding demigod. "Cinny... From the very first day we set out on the Flame-Chase Journey, we already knew this day would come..." That was what they always said. "Even if I can ease just a fraction of your pain... I'll go check the library in the Grove again..." And that was what she always did. ...

   The heir of the Sky, the Kremnoan, the original aristocrat of Okhema, the Holy Maiden of Aidonia, the warrior of Aedes Elysiae, the Holy Maiden of Janusopolis... In the small courtyard, all their colors merged into a radiant rainbow. Yet in rare moments of leisure, she would also ponder the journey's end. "When that time comes... what else will I be able to do?"

   "'Light Calendar ████, Month of Fortune' To Physician Hyacine I hope this letter finds you well. Although my sister couldn't make it back then, the last days she spent in the courtyard... and the smile she gave before she left... have always warmed my dreams. I wanted to tell you that today, I have officially become a physician. I want to be like you, to help those who suffer in the end times. I hope that in this long night, I too can become a small, guiding light..."

   "'Light Calendar ████, Month of Gate' To Little Cinny ...I'm truly grateful for your companionship during this time. When I was curled up in the Twilight Courtyard's infirmary, you allowed my sorrow to pile up like storm clouds and then evaporate. When I said my 'weather was bad,' you embraced me completely... Perhaps, I should try to be a little braver too..."

   "'Light Calendar ████, Month of Freedom' To Lady Hyacine The little ones have all recovered well, especially that young Okheman warrior who was fussing about wanting pomegranate juice last time. The feuds between city-states are not easy to dissolve quickly, but now I believe that different colors can coexist."

   "'Light Calendar ████, Month of Evernight' To Assistant Instructor Hyacine Thank you for your persistent reminders. I will consider mending my relationship with her. Of course, this is only for your sake..."

   "'Light Calendar ████, Month of Mourning' To Miss Hyacine There is no need to trouble yourself by sending me new medicine. I am well aware that the erosion of my humanity is beyond recovery. And you need not worry, our relationship with the Grove has not reached a breaking point..."

   "'Light Calendar ████, Month of Joy' To Lady Hyacine I never thought that the wheat seeds from my homeland would sprout again one day. Lying in the garden of the Twilight Courtyard, it almost feels like being back in Aedes Elysiae. Whenever I feel down, the scent of wheat here gives me the strength to keep going!"

   "'Light Calendar ████, Month of Everday' To Cinny People always praise the sky of the past for embracing both blazing suns and roaring thunder, but we think you are even gentler than that sky. No matter where we go tomorrow, we will always, always remember you!"

   A few letters spilling out from an overflowing box were carefully preserved beside the medical records. At the beginning of her journey, the girl's faint light seemed as though it would be swallowed by the darkness at any moment. Yet, before she set forth to become the sky of tomorrow...

   In the places she passed through, the clear sky had already unknowingly unfolded its first gentle smile.

   • Introduction: Styxia, a coastal city of intoxication and dreams, where echoes of old songs still drift among the waves. Helektra, Daughter of the Sea, Chrysos Heir who cleanses the Ocean's Coreflame, dispels the murky undercurrents and orchestrates a feast of revelry for the heroes beyond the sky.

   — The show must go on. Even if hope is as fragile as bubbles, the waves will keep surging forward.

   Styxia, the coastal city of intoxication and dreams, where echoes of old songs still drift among the waves. Helektra, Daughter of the Sea, Chrysos Heir who cleanses the Ocean's Coreflame, dispels the murky undercurrents and orchestrates a banquet of revelry for the heroes beyond the sky. The show must go on. Even if hope is as fragile as bubbles, the waves will keep surging forward.

   "Helektra? That name has long since sunk into the depths of the past... Ah, it's you, little gray fry. Call me Hysilens. I am the Knight Commander of the holy city, and I will remain on watch — I will not let the storms of fate cloud your eyes."

   • Appearance: Hysilens is a pale young woman with long, straight, black-colored hair that extends past her thighs, fading to a plum color at the ends with light blue underneath. She has fringe bangs as well as two locks of hair that reach just past her chest; the left side tucked behind her ear while the right side covers it. Her eyes are a mix of indigo, light blue, and a light lilac color, and she also has white scales on her left cheek. She wears two headpieces: a white shell-like design on her left which ends with a blue dorsal fin and a piece of hot-pink coral, and a silver, bone-like piece on her right. She completes the look with two crossed indigo hairpins on the left side of her bangs, a white ear cuff and pearl earring on her left ear, and a pearl and seashell necklace that is wrapped in another coral piece, which sits atop a black collar. Her outfit consists of a short white and blue dress with a pleated skirt, along with a longer black and light plum layer on top that is slightly torn. The second layer is open in the front and extends in the back to her ankles, with various accessories including a white and pink shell on her right hip, a fin-like blue bow and coral piece on her left hip, and a shell, bow, and coral piece on the center of her back. She wears sheer, black, flower-patterned bolero sleeves connected to her collar that extend to her wrists, with the left sleeve torn at the bicep area. She also wears a red half-glove on her right hand and a black half-glove on her left, both hands adorned with silver rings. Hysilens's abdomen is translucent and contains bubbling, light-blue water that exposes her ribcage and spine. She wears sheer, dark-brown, thigh-high stockings with the right stocking torn at the thigh level, as well as black and purple calf-length boots that have silver, bone-like heels.

   • Story: Styxia, the coastal city of intoxication and dreams, where echoes of old songs still drift among the waves. Helektra, Daughter of the Sea, Chrysos Heir who cleanses the Ocean's Coreflame, dispels the murky undercurrents and orchestrates a banquet of revelry for the heroes beyond the sky. The show must go on. Even if hope is as fragile as bubbles, the waves will keep surging forward.

   When sunlight filtered down through the surface, the sea's breath shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors. That was the merriest time of day for the sirens. "♫ Plop ♫" "♫ Pika ♫" "♫ Bo-pom ♫" The siren princess chased bubbles in delight. Her favorite moment was when one paused on her nose, just before it popped and rippled a burst of color across the water.

   Amid coral stretching for miles, the sea sirens sang. The pearls there sparkled like stars, perfect ornaments for a bowstring. Music flowed from Helektra's fingers like a gentle current, brushing past companions basking in the joy of honey brew.

   "♫ Look, on that bright and bustling ship, how happy the humans must be. ♫" "♫ You long for the one you saved as his voice still echoes in your soul. ♫" "♫ Noble princess, carefree Helektra, where will you go? To the frigid northern sea, or the boundless world of men? ♫"

   The drunken sirens gathered around her, curiosity swaying and curling like seaweed. "♫ The world above is loud, the pole too cold... ♫" She brushed a bubble and shook her head with a smile: "♫ I'll stay where songs still carry... ♫"

   But soon, a horn of warning echoed from the deep, cutting the revelry short. The sirens followed Helektra into the depths, as the Queen of the Ocean addressed her people...

   "♫ Dark tides will taint our crystal currents, so we shall summon the sacred waves, draw the filth into the Grand Chalice, until Strife shines back against the black tide... ♫" "♫ Children of the sea, have you chosen your course? When the black tide recedes, go to Styxia. There, people on the land will raise their glasses in your honor! ♫"

   Day after day, Helektra led the sirens through the darkening sea, washing away the corrupted undercurrents.

   "♫ Don't give up, my friends, not until we've drowned ourselves in triumph. ♫" "♫ Don't forget, my friends, we'll swim toward the distant place. ♫" "♫ Onward, my friends, vibrant hope is stirring the air. ♫"

   And day after day, Helektra sang. As a Titankin, she knew guarding these waters was the fate written into her very soul...

   Helektra dove into the abyss, her song fading until it became the lone light left in the dark ocean.

   The once-lush coral reef had become a graveyard of lifeless stone.

   The first time she drove her blade into the Black Tide Creature, her hands trembled ever so slightly. The hundredth time she faced a corrupted former friend, her dull strings could slice through flesh without hesitation. The thousandth, the ten thousandth... Pearls from her instrument scattered over the sea, and the deep water had turned to blood...

   In the silent ruins of that forgotten palace, only Helektra remained at her solitary feast.

   "♫ The people on the land will throw feasts that never end, to honor our sacrifice... ♫" The mournful song echoed through the sea as the Titan of Strife took up the fight against black tide. And for the first time, Helektra rose from the dark waters with joy in her heart.

   She adorned her face with pearls. Her tail split into legs. The seafoam on her body became a gown. The crashing tide no longer roared over her head, but whimpered beneath her feet. Seabirds cried overhead in chilling tones. The waves stilled for a moment, then rolled away again. As if the dream had popped like a bubble and never truly existed. She bore each step toward the Promised Land of Styxia with searing pain, like walking on knives...

   The land reeked of pungent air as corpses piled high. Conflict and fire ravaged every corner... But the feast promised by the gods was nowhere to be found.

   "I... Hy...si..." Her voice rasped in the polluted air. She had tried to learn the language of humans, but their noisy, jagged words made it impossible to sing as she once did. So, she slowly chose silence over speech. "A blade that would never rust," "A melody of cruelty"... What accompanied her day after day were the twangs that pierced flesh, and the cries of lives bleeding out...

   They said the swordmaster from the sea could play like no other, yet she stayed distant and mute, never revealing what lay in her heart. She had seen many hands reach out to her. Some sought to erase her, others offered help. They had lit one flame after another, only to let each flicker out.

   "Hysilens, where are you headed?"

   She couldn't answer. Her old instrument had long become two blades, with only sharp requiems now echoing from the strings. She had once wished someone might understand the longing within her song, but came to realize that the human world was no different from the lonely deep sea. Everyone was just another lost fish, blindly swimming toward the light.

   "Hysilens, follow me. I will grant you everything you seek." The voice, loud and clear despite the small frame it came from, left a deep impression. But doubt lingered in her heart: "And when... will her light go out?"

   But this flame burned like sunlight piercing the deep sea, brighter and steadier with every passing moment. She watched the blue blaze fight battle after battle, always emerging victorious. She saw waves rise like wildfire, saw the Gladius roar through wind and sea, swallowing every storm of carnage like a whale shark. She heard the thundering heartbeat, the pounding drums of war, the footsteps like falling rain, the sorrow swelling like a tide. The pure, song-like voice of the heart flowed through the blood of the Chrysos Heir, stirring the long-sealed strings in her mind.

   The feast Imperator had promised was drawing near. Young weaver whispered to the children at their side, wondering aloud if the cold, distant Gladius would grace them with her presence. Amidst the crowd's exclamations, the weaver rose on her tiptoes, holding her breath to capture the moment in full. Her gown, gilded and flowing, brushed the tiles like sunlight glinting on waves. And under candlelight and silver lanterns, people saw again the shimmer of the sea.

   "She answered my wish and sang to us of the sea bays the world had long forgotten." When the monarch finished speaking, the orchestra lit up. Light and shadows danced before her eyes, rippling like waves. Music rose with the bubbles in their cups, and in the swell of the crowd, she found her voice was no longer echoing in vain.

   The duel between Labienus and Seneca struck like crisp drumbeats. Verginia's hidden meanings pulsed through her verses. Tribios laughed, and the music gained a playful countermelody. Aglaea leapt into motion, her dance steps weaving the perfect harmony...

   "After this battle is won, Dux Gladiorum, is there anything you desire?" Even the composed monarch seemed slightly tipsy. She took a sip of honey brew, whispering to the monarch, her laughter dancing in the corner of the banquet. How bright it was here. How lovely it sounded. The world spun on, with the clink of glasses, the soft rattle of ice. The long-silent siren sang again, her voice spilling like the honey brew...

   "♫ The candlelight burns so bright at this feast. A brand-new sea. It sways between the clinking of our cups... ♫"

   She had once believed the Flame-Chase was the eternal celebration she had always searched for. But as the journey wore on and more was lost, even that shining light shattered like seafoam.

   She had been the Imperator's sharpest blade, her sword always flowing with blood. But when the Imperator's molten gold blood dripped onto her fingertips, she suddenly felt herself sinking again back into that lonely, silent sea. "Heh, why... did I snuff out the very flame I swam toward with my own hand..." For a thousand painful years, she had fled from those dazzling bubbles of memory, but now those long-burst fragments clung to her like swaying seaweed, impossible to shake loose.

   "Click." A chess piece lands on the board. Despite her perfect composure, the sovereign's crown of flames reveals what she won't, dancing between serenity and fierce intensity. "I never learned how to play." "Then I'll teach you." She picks up a piece with unpracticed fingers. Just another battleground, she thinks to herself.

   "Click." Suddenly, vibrant blue flames warm the air around her like hot springs. She moves chess pieces without much thought and asks: "If they're bound to disappear from the board, why bother moving forward at all?"

   "Click." The sovereign takes a sip of honey brew, stretches her arms with satisfaction, and sighs with pleasure: "Isn't the journey forward fulfilling enough on its own?" ...

   After a millennium of waiting, she forged new paths for the Flame-Chase, though she knew they wouldn't be the final destination. "What a fish truly needs is simply a sea to call home..." As a fragment of her memories unfolds, she walks toward clear ocean waters.

   ♫ Pop ♫, ♫ Fizz ♫, ♫ Splash ♫... Bubbles of every color mirror bygone years, forming and bursting, bursting and forming. "The ocean's dearest, do you have a wish?" "Hysilens, where are you headed?" "Dux Gladiorum, what do you seek?" ... Homeland, revelry, the Flame-Chase... each once brilliant in her life, yet all quickly fizzing out like transient foam... Only a sigh lingers across the sky. From the beginning till the end, this was all she had, in both the mortal realm and ocean depths, nothing but the fleeting traces of bubbles.

   "But still... how beautiful they are..."

   "♫...♫" "♫...♫" "♫...♫"

   The dawn of Amphoreus approaches. Before the final bubble bursts, she smiles, as if she has already sung everything her heart had to express beyond words.

   • Introduction: Kremnos, swallowed by mist! City riven between chaos and war! The blood of patricide flows through its royal line, and its god bears the title of calamity.

   The undying Mydeimos, the lion apart from the rest. O Chrysos Heir that seeks the Coreflame of Strife, you must suffer a thousand deaths, be bathed in blood on the path home, and bear the madness of fate alone, for one was must slay a god to become one. Iron-hooves pound across the wilderness for the campaign, and must eventually soak in the blood of their homeland.

   Kremnos, the mist-shrouded city of chaos and war! Its royal lineage is tainted with patricide, and its god bears the name of calamity. The undying Mydeimos, the lion apart from the rest. Chrysos Heir who seeks the Coreflame of Strife, must suffer a thousand deaths, be bathed in blood on the path home, and bear the madness of fate alone. — Kingslayer be king, godslayer be god. Iron-hooves pound across the wilderness for the campaign, and must eventually soak in the blood of their homeland.

   "I am the crown prince of Kremnos 'Mydeimos,' and also the warrior of Okhema 'Mydei.' If you want to know me better, observe me in battle or fight me yourself."

   • Appearance: Mydei is a tall, well-built man with medium-length, messy, light strawberry blond hair with red ends. He has a lock of braided hair hanging on his right side, as well as a large golden earing on his left ear which is embedded with a small sapphire gemstone. His eyes are yellow, with his irises in the shape of a sun. Mydei's body is covered in crimson tattoos which light up when using certain abilities. He is adorned with a large necklace, featuring golden plates and sapphire gems. His outfit consists of a dark maroon and bright red robe, which travels down his left shoulder and hangs past his knees. Also on his left shoulder he wears a golden pauldron and a metallic cuff on his right bicep. Mydei possesses two identical golden gauntlets, and a black and gold belt with a large, sun-like buckle.

   • Story: Kremnos, the mist-shrouded city of chaos and war! Its royal lineage is tainted with patricide, and its god bears the name of calamity. The undying Mydeimos, the lion apart from the rest. Chrysos Heir who seeks the Coreflame of Strife, must suffer a thousand deaths, be bathed in blood on the path home, and bear the madness of fate alone. — Kingslayer be king, godslayer be god. Iron-hooves pound across the wilderness for the campaign, and must eventually soak in the blood of their homeland.

   "In the ancient legends of the coastal city-states, the Sea of Souls is said to have birthed beings as mighty as gods. Fishermen speak of a king of the seas who appears among the waves as a young child, with a fierce countenance and bluish lips, bathing in the bone-chilling waters of the Sea of Souls, wrestling with its savage beasts, thirsting for blood, and devouring flesh and bone.

   It is said that each time they sink to the seabed, they soon resurrect from the Sea of Souls. Over approximately nine years, they reforged themselves no less than ten thousand times, ultimately tearing apart a giant monster, staining the sea red for miles, yet no flesh-eating sea creature dared approach.

   Legends speak of how that the king of the seas could sweep countless fish and shrimp onto the shore with a flick of the tail. Once, shipwrecked fishermen praying for salvation were rescued by the king alongside his crew. As the tales grew more fantastical over time, fishermen started painting the king on their boats, in the hope it will grant them safe voyages.

   Rumors have emerged claiming that this so-called king of the seas is the vengeful spirit of the crown prince Mydeimos. Terrified by the prophecy he carried, his father, the former king, cast him into the Sea of Souls at birth. His life cut short, the child died with his grievances unredressed, vowing to scour the Sea of Souls. However, the writer believes this is merely the cunning Kremnoans trying to glorify themselves, for three reasons:

   First, though the Kremnoans traditionally engage in father-son struggles where the victor becomes king, why would they throw a newborn crown prince into the sea? Second, even if King Eurypon of Kremnos, grown old and senile, believed the prophecy and sacrificed his heir to the sea, how could an infant possess the divine strength to battle giant monsters? Third, even if such a child existed, he could hardly be Kremnoan. Why would a Kremnoan, known for their selfish and brutal nature as they are, assist fishermen struck by disaster? Dear readers, I will now reveal the truth: the so-called king of the seas — Naturally, he is the embodiment of the ocean itself!"

   — Excerpt from "Inquiry into the Legend of the Mighty Sea King" archived in the Garbaniphoro Library collection

   "Strong."

   — A man's handwriting.

   "The lone army emits a strong scent of blood, like a blood-stained spear. The leading warrior, the speartip, is always enveloped in unfathomable rage and hatred, thrusting towards the enemy.

   From Ladon, through Aidonia, to Aenionus, he returned from death time and again, leaving towering infernos of war in his wake. In the infamous Battle of Aenionus, the undefeated Klytius raised his massive axe as thousands of arrows darkened the sky behind him. Yet, when the smoke cleared and fire rose from the blood-soaked ground, the warrior's fist struck like a spear, tearing open Klytius's throat.

   After that epic battle, the true identity of the warrior became yet more elusive. That army clearly bore the marks of Kremnoan training but had never flown Kremnos's flag. None know whether they are Kremnoan spirits wandering on the battlefield or lost souls who have long been away from their homeland.

   Wandering bards turned the lone army's journey into mournful songs, while in the rust-flavored winds of Amphoreus, the lone lion led a group of old and weak soldiers as they wandered, searching for a nonexistent homeland.

   Reality will never alter its face due to cruelty. The once-elite citizens of Kremnos who followed him were loyal but mortal, lacking his god-like immortality. As time wore on, and even the gods of Kremnos succumbed to madness, how could humanity hope to know whither they should go?

   Will that proud, lonely man carry the weight of his people's fate alone? Will he bind himself to the chains of kingship? Or was it all just his wishful thinking..."

   — Excerpt from "A History of the Wars of Amphoreus" archived in the Garbaniphoro Library collection

   "Hephaestion, Perdikkas, Leonnius, Ptolemy, Peucesta... your names will not be forgotten by history."

   — A man's handwriting.

   "Mydeimos! You treacherous ingrate, you coward who has forsaken the spirit of Kremnos!

   You slew the former king and had your vengeance, yet you shirked the duty of restoring the dynasty. Was your honor swallowed whole by the beasts of the Sea of Souls? You roam among those who chase flames, swayed by the wild tales of a witch, fraternizing with low-born soldiers. You choose to pin your hopes on elusive oracles rather than trust in your strength! The Kremnoans yearn to return to their war-torn homeland, yet you urge us to settle in the city-state of our sworn enemies. Have you grown enamored with the opulence of Okhema, or are you already bewitched by the mists rising from its golden baths?

   Mydeimos! You, with your noble and immortal essence, how can you submit to that woman of Okhema? You are a predator, a messenger of Strife — have you lost sight of the difference between predator and prey?

   Rumors swirl that you saved outlanders from Nikador's kin alongside the one claiming the mantle of Chrysos Heirs. In that endless long night, you let your body shatter, drenched in blood and madness. Mydeimos! Your noble blood should not be wasted on such unworthy individuals! You should be rallying your armies and plundering resources to carve out a path for Kremnos's survival in these apocalyptic times!

   That supposed Flame-Chase Journey has distorted you beyond recognition, my king! A king requires no equals, no allies, no doubts, no rescue — if any semblance of your clear mind lingers, command us! Let Kremnos's glory eclipse all other city-states!"

   — Excerpt from "Collected Resolutions of the Kremnos Council of Elders" stored in the Garbaniphoro Library collection

   "Keep moving."

   — A man's directive.

   "The holy city of Okhema remains one of the last pure lands untouched by the black tide. Yet, the encirclement of the black tide around it has become unmistakably clear.

   For a thousand years, wherever the black tide has swept, life has been twisted into inhuman monstrosities, and city-states have been eroded by the wind into desolate ruins. Even a stronghold like Kremnos saw its gods tainted by the black tide, leaving nothing but wastelands in its wake.

   Most of the Coreflames had been restored, yet as the black tide approached, we found ourselves desperately short on time. All we have achieved will have been in vain should Okhema fall before the Era Nova.

   The author boldly speculated that, soon, the heroes chasing the flame would inevitably face a decisive battle against the black tide. Historical records showed that even the most valiant warriors could not endure long within the black tide. Among the Chrysos Heir heroes, if there was any hope for this battle, it would either rest upon the fearless Phainon or fall to Mydeimos.

   This wasn't merely because Mydeimos hailed as the bravest in this world, carried a destiny that defied death, nor was it solely because the old city of Kremnos occupied a strategic choke point against the black tide. Even though Mydeimos, like the lion of Kremnos, had migrated countless times in his life and ultimately settled far from his birthplace, the solitary king would never submit to foreign rule. Once he had settled his people, Mydeimos, who regarded his mission as his very essence, would undoubtedly return home. Yet, this time, he bore not only the hopes of the Kremnoans but also the future of the entire world.

   Talanton's priests once prophesied that the millennium of Strife that started in Kremnos would also find its end there. Perhaps, one day, that eternal figure will face the black tide — suspended between life and death. Imagine such a scene, such a profound tragedy..."

   — Excerpt from "Flame-Chasing Observations: Black Tide Special Report" archived in the Garbaniphoro Library collection

   "As with the Sea of Souls, as it has always been."

   — A recently-made annotation in a man's handwriting.

   • Introduction: Aedes Elysiae, a remote frontier village isolated from the world, now lives on only in cryptic legends.

   Nameless hero Khaslana, the Chrysos Heir carrying the Coreflame of "Worldbearing", you must memorize the ideals of all worlds, carry the fate of multitudes, and bring the first light of dawn to the new world.

   —"But should dawn have never existed, let the fires of rage burn this body to ashes and transform into the blazing sun of tomorrow!"

   Aedes Elysiae, a remote frontier village isolated from the world, now lives on only in cryptic legends. The Nameless hero, Khaslana, the Chrysos Heir holding the Coreflame of "Worldbearing," memorizes the ideals of the entire world, carries the fate of millions, and brings the first light of dawn to the new world —"But if dawn should never come, let this fury consume this body, and rise as tomorrow's blazing sun!"

   "I'm Phainon of Aedes Elysiae. Greetings. As fellow outlanders in Okhema, our meeting is surely fate's design. Come. Maybe we'll even have a chance to fight alongside each other in the future."

   • Appearance: Phainon is a tall, well-built man with neck-length messy white hair and bright cyan eyes. On his neck, he has a brown leather choker covering a yellow mark in the shape of a sun. His outfit consists of a large, ankle-length, brown and white trench coat, with golden highlights appearing throughout. The underside of his coat is a bright yellow, visible below his waist and in his popped collar. His chest is adorned with a large golden ring, decorated with numerous golden diamonds, and his sleeves possess a floral pattern traveling down their outer sides. His right sleeve is rolled up to his bicep, exposing a brown arm guard with a golden sun emblem and two grey bracelets. On his left arm, the sleeve is rolled up to his forearm, and he instead wears a golden wrist guard and a brown fingerless glove. Phainon additionally dangles a large lapis cape off his left shoulder, connected by a black fabric which reaches over it. He wears a large, white and gold pauldron on his right shoulder, and a leather belt running across his chest which connects it to his left. Lastly, Phainon wears black pants, large boots, and has a black leather thigh strap.

   • Story: Aedes Elysiae, a remote frontier village isolated from the world, now lives on only in cryptic legends. The Nameless hero, Khaslana, the Chrysos Heir holding the Coreflame of "Worldbearing," memorizes the ideals of the entire world, carries the fate of millions, and brings the first light of dawn to the new world —"But if dawn should never come, let this fury consume this body, and rise as tomorrow's blazing sun!"

   Aedes Elysiae, the boy's hometown. The village lived by the rhythm of the sun: working at daybreak, resting at sundown, just like his own life, simple and unadorned.

   In a tiny schoolhouse that could barely fit a handful of students, the boy drifted off during a droning history lesson, his thoughts floating away with the wood shavings dancing from his hands.

   Stroke by stroke, the figure of a warrior slowly emerged from the block of wood hidden in his desk drawer. "A mighty greatsword... only a blade like that could match this strength..." He sharpened the edges of the wood chip in the sunlight. "Armor scarred by honor, a cloak like wings soaring through the storm." "And then..."

   "Phainon! If you want to be the strongest warrior... you'd better start paying attention." Miss Pythias never gets tired of dragging him back to reality.

   The boy preferred the training yard stacked with hay bales far more than school. It was his battlefield — where scarecrows turned into charging soldiers, or wild beasts on the rampage. When he was not at school, he often spent entire days there with his carved wooden comrades, until the smell of cooking wafted from every household.

   Beneath the cool shade of the trees, the exhausted boy could fall asleep right on the grass. In his broken dreams, he gazed at city-states he had never seen and witnessed grand tales unfold.

   "Go... become a hero."

   That voice, like the endless waves of wheat in Aedes Elysiae, guided the boy onto the road of adventure. ->->->->->->->->->->->->->

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   Facing the young drifter from afar, the weaver and the childlike seer would sometimes speak of the Flame-Chase and Chrysos Heirs. The weaver's sightless eyes seemed to see through his inner turmoil, while the seer's bright innocence gave him a warm sense of home.

   "So... the Chrysos Heirs were destined by the heavens?" The young man asked, gathering his courage. The weaver shook her head. "No. It's more like a long, grueling pilgrimage."

   The young man tucked away the wheat-scented memories of his past and joined the holy city's legion, training day and night until difficult swordplay became as natural as breathing. In a death match that stunned the world, he battled the crown prince of Kremnos for ten days and nights. In each sweeping strike, he wielded his blade as if he'd already offered up his life without hesitation.

   Of course, more often than not, the young man greeted the world with humor and ease. "I just want people to feel comfortable around me," he would say. Though his friends often scoffed at that, they knew it was that very spirit that earned the silver-haired youth the trust and respect of commoners and nobles alike in the holy city.

   During his years of study at the Grove, even though he had little interest in logic, the young man often triumphed in debates with his sharp wit after poring over books until the pages wore thin. Though he could not outcompete his teacher's wisdom, deep down he knew — it was the courage to stay true to himself that he still lacked.

   Yet when the young man returned from the battlefield and after the physician had bandaged his wounds, there was still a long silence. "Lord Phainon... do you often wake in the night, or find yourself unable to sleep?"

   He didn't mind. To walk the path that would strike down the gods themselves, he had to carve himself into the shape the people needed him to be. ->->->->->->->->->->->->->

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   The god who wielded the Lightning Spear fell into madness. In the battle named Strife, the man and his comrade gave the mad god the final release. In the debate where the Coreflame of Reason was contested, the man faced down his old mentor and witnessed a brutal execution. On the battlefield of the Sky, he crossed the rainbow bridge, piercing the gloom with the burning light of the sun, lighting the perilous road ahead.

   "Deliverer, lead us forward." Hearing those words of relief from the weaver, he felt only a bitter ache, a worry he refused to show in front of the crowd.

   The crown prince of Kremnos, scarred by a thousand deaths, entrusted his people to him. "Don't worry. I'll look after them for you." The seer, her body split into countless pieces, faded away, and he took up the oath she had sworn before her journey. "Miss Tribbie, I will live to see that morrow filled with the radiance of stars..." The scholar raced toward death in search of truth. The Holy Maiden embraced her lonely fate. "In the next life, truth will be revealed, and life and death will find their rightful place." The weaver found eternal rest in a golden bath. The fleet-footed rogue stopped in regret. The healer who once roamed the skies would never again return to the earth. "With my body as kindling, I will become the blaze that lights the new world."

   The man could not shed tears, but used these searing pains to carve such memories into his mind. Bearing the hopes of all people, he staggered toward the mountain peak where the morning sun rises.

   He believed that, one day, the dawn would break through the endless night of Amphoreus.

   "But should dawn have never existed..." He had asked himself that question thousands of times. Now, heading toward the blazing, merciless end, he carved the final mark of "Phainon"—

   "Let the fires of rage burn this body to ashes and transform into the blazing sun of tomorrow!" ->->->->->->->->->->->->->

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   As he had countless times before, he once again saw it through the blaze —

   Morning light pouring over the wheat fields of Aedes Elysiae, bathing the village in a golden glow.

   "Feels like... I've had this dream a thousand times before..." The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes as he woke beneath the tree.

   In the dream, the sun fell from the sky, the statue of a hero crumbling, melting, shattering, consuming the world in flames. In the dead silence, a familiar figure, charred and broken, trudged alone into the endless darkness.

   "That figure burned itself away... and everything else around it too..." The boy stared blankly at the unfinished wooden carving. The searing anger and deep self-loathing from the dream still echoed through his heart. "Maybe that broken world... is calling out for a hero..."

   "What will the future look like?" Lying back on the soft, golden straw, the boy pictured an epic tale unfolding before his eyes. "Maybe the hero will roam the world, righting wrongs, solving impossible problems, yet leaving no name behind... "Carrying a mysterious past, defying a cruel fate, and vanquishing fearsome enemies. "When the world teeters on the brink, they'll honor their vow with a heart pure and true — wherever they go, peace and prosperity will follow... "Even if they fall a hundred times, a thousand times, a million times... A hero can be destroyed, but never defeated..."

   ...

   If nothing had changed... The days at Aedes Elysiae would have continued to drift by quietly, just as they always had. That tiny ember had already been planted deep in his heart at the start of his journey. When the boy grew into a young man, when he once again stood at the ferry, setting out toward distant lands... He would rush toward the future, forgetting the broken dreams he left behind. He wouldn't realize how long and arduous the road ahead would be — not until he had used himself as the kindling to feed a futile flame. Only when he reached the end would he learn how far he had come.

   One last time, he would remember that morning when the sun first rose and who he was when he carved the first shape of his ideals. In the years to come, he would give that person a new name: "Deliverer."

   And so, his name faded into the scattered fragments of memory. ->->->->->->->->->->->->->

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   • Introduction: "We are Tribbie — the 'messenger' delivering prophecies~" "We are Trianne — the 'gatekeeper' traversing a hundred worlds!" "We are Trinnon — the 'priest' listening to the prophecy." We are Tribios — the "Holy Maiden of Janusopolis." Please join us on our journey to the end of the west wind, where flowers bloom. Tribbie, collectively known as Tribios, is a Chrysos Heir.

   The Messenger departs from that holy land beloved by the tripartite prophecy, splitting herself into a thousand pieces and setting off on her journey.

   O Tribios, Holy Maidens of Janusopolis, the Chrysos Heir who stole Passage's Coreflame. You shall toil for the masses, bringing the news of deliverance to all domains — Go find the children of humanity with golden blood in their veins, shatter the dimmest dark in this world, and walk toward the tomorrow where the stars gleam.

   From that holy land blessed by the tripartite prophecy, the messenger split into a thousand forms, embarking on a long journey.

   Tribios, Holy Maiden of Janusopolis, the Chrysos Heir who stole Passage's Coreflame, toiled for the masses and brought the news of deliverance to all domains. —Seek the children of humanity with golden blood in their veins, shatter the dimmest dark in this world, and walk toward the tomorrow where the stars gleam.

   • Appearance: Tribbie appears as a young girl with pointed ears, fair skin, and red, fluffy, bob-like hair. Her hair features a braid through the right side of her bangs, messy side-bangs framing her face, and an ahoge resembling a partial ponytail. She wears a black headband with golden lining, a golden leaf-like ornament on the right side, and three white flowers on the left. She also has purple eyes, which have a light-blue tint at the bottom and white, four-leaf clover-like pupils. Her outfit consists of an off-white dress with a frilled, light-brown collar, red lining, and a long, puffy right sleeve. The dress is decorated with various flowers and golden embellishments, one being on her left shoulder, another on her right sleeve, and the last one the bottom of her dress. Underneath she wears puffy beige shorts, as well as brown gloves and different colored shoes: white on the left foot and black on the right. On her back are a small pair of wings.

   • Story: From that holy land blessed by the tripartite prophecy, the messenger split into a thousand forms, embarking on a long journey. Tribios, Holy Maiden of Janusopolis, the Chrysos Heir who stole Passage's Coreflame, toiled for the masses and brought the news of deliverance to all domains. —Seek the children of humanity with golden blood in their veins, shatter the dimmest dark in this world, and walk toward the tomorrow where the stars gleam.

   "Date: ▇▇▇/ ▇▇ It's been ten years since I fled Janusopolis. In those ten years, we measured the earth with our steps, unknowingly covering every corner of Amphoreus.

   The spread of the black tide has been far worse than expected. From west to east, from south to north, even cities high in the sky have not been spared... We watched as tiny nations were consumed overnight by the growing black tide, turning all life into its fuel, surging forward with even greater force... The once-glorious past of Amphoreus is gone, replaced by overwhelming decay, raging Titans, fallen heroes, and displaced people.

   But those consumed by the Strife fail to see.

   The black tide has drawn near the inland cities. These cities are rich and well-connected, thriving on trade, but some dismissed our prophecy as nonsense and saw us as mere priests of bad omens, with no one listening, no one caring... If it takes shedding blood to unite the people, why not let it start with us?

   Tri▇▇▇▇, I know you went to the front lines to send word of the black tide's advance, only to be struck down by the arrows of Black Tide Creatures. Tri▇▇▇▇, I know you helped the refugees escape, only to be despised by the nobility and left to die by an assassin's dagger. Tri▇▇▇▇, I know you escorted lost children, so close to safety. Your bright braids are now soaked in blood, and we can no longer braid or care for them.

   With the fall of one city after another, the people are beginning to look beyond their endless conflicts and see the world on the brink of collapse.

   The blood of the innocent will not be shed in vain. We've walked the first steps through thorns, hoping those who follow us will go farther than we ever could..."

   — An ancient diary entry The paper as thin as a cicada's wings, left in the arms of a doll by Trianne.

   "Date: ▇▇▇/ ▇▇ 'Holy Maiden, we are ready to listen. Guide us through these end times and pray for our victory in battle,' said the kings.

   The kings restored the identity of the Holy Maiden of Janus to us, placed us on an altar, dressed us in silk, and concealed our faces with ceremony. Yet, we did not return to the city but lived in the castle. We wished to pray for the sick farmers and wandering warriors, to ease the sorrow of the grieving, to guide the lost, to bless the newly-weds, and to watch them sing around the bonfire.

   Yet, just as it was in Janusopolis, the kings were unwilling to see us mingle with the people...

   Mother, at this moment, we truly understand your helplessness and despair back then. We once believed that the prophecy would compel the kings to set aside their grievances and unite in search of the Chrysos Heirs, offering a glimmer of hope for salvation. Yet, they fear those with golden blood might strip them of their power. What they desire are wars waged in the name of prophecy. The hard-earned trust and the expectant gazes of the people are gradually being eroded. The Coreflame of Janus burns ever hotter, and the golden prophecy continues to scrutinize us, urging us onward.

   We decided to flee.

   Tri▇▇▇▇ and Trianne opened the Century Gate, planning to meet in the dense forest, but encountered a rain of poisoned arrows. Trianne dodged a disaster but was unfortunately taken hostage by soldiers, becoming increasingly distant from us. Tri▇▇▇▇ chose to charge at the enemy's spear, clinging to the soldier who tried to withdraw his weapon, but we underestimated the king's cruelty. Even in death, we could not be claimed by other city-states. ... The pain inflicted was many times greater than usual. This spring, most of us remain forever in the wilds where flowers have yet to bloom.

   Goodbye, Tri▇▇▇▇. Goodbye, Tri▇▇▇▇. Goodbye, Tri▇▇▇▇. ... Trianne, we are not yet ready to say goodbye to you. Please be sure to find us again...

   Tonight, we will be able to cross this wilderness."

   — A diary entry kept by Trinnon Illustrated with a meteor crossing the sky.

   "Date: ▇▇▇/ ▇▇ The first time we met Agy, she told us she was fond of the name Tribios, praising it as noble and beautiful, much like the garments she crafted. We asked if that was her sole reason for keeping us around. She shook her head, explaining she mainly wanted to hear this teacher's nightly tales.

   Agy was also just a girl back then, afraid of the dark and ghosts. Remembering how her cravings led us on stealthy trips to the kitchen for leftover bread at night always brings a smile to our faces. Time is a sculptor, and having shaped Cerydra and Hysilens, now it has rendered Agy beautifully.

   Agy never lets anyone down, just as we've always taught her. Her golden threads weave a dense net, ensnaring any foe that dares come close to her fingertips.

   Yet the Cleaners who dwell in the shadows ambushed our team on the return journey. The assassins loyal to the Council of Elders would never allow the growth of Chrysos Heir who could lead the holy city of Okhema. We are no different. We, too, would rather sacrifice ourselves rather than stand by and look on as the young heroes' lives were cut short —

   We managed to escape the ordeal using the Century Gate, though our consciousness grew hazy by one more portion... After the last passage through the Century Gate, I feared we'd never find Trinnon and Tribbie again...

   Don't worry, Agy. It's not our time yet. We just need a brief rest, and we'll be back on our feet... But we must hasten our steps now..."

   — A diary with weaker and weaker handwriting Trianne reminiscing, Trinnon writing, Tribbie adding.

   "Date: ▇▇▇/ ▇▇ The dreams are fading...Hyacine said it's because there's less and less we can remember. But today, we dreamed of countless paths stretching into the darkness. The sky was pitch black, and we kept running, running, but no matter how far we went, we couldn't find a way out...

   'Don't be afraid. The brvae is here!' The supremely mighty Snowy descended from the sky, driving away the monsters for us. 'Teacher, fly forward!' The tiny purple Cas flapped her wings, blowing away the stones ahead. 'Bang Bang!' The strong gray raccoon struck with great force! 'Hmph—' The red lion devoured the villains!

   Our reliable new companions! They took the torches from those who came before, each one lighting up the darkness in turn. But the torches in our hands burn lower and lower — we need to hurry forward!

   — With this thought, our bodies began to grow, becoming so big that we could touch the sky without even lifting our hands. Our toes sank into the vast blue sea, while green leaves sporuted from our fingertips. Trianne's voice became the sound of rushing wind, carrying distant sands, and Trinnon rested upon soft, snow-capped mountains, ears filled with the lullaby of wind and rain.

   And so we walked and walked, and soon there was only one path left before us — Ahead, the sky turned rosy, the ground silver-white. The west wind blew, and the fields were in full bloom. Wait... this place feels familiar. Is this Amphoreus? The roadside springs tasted of hoeny and milk, and the trees were heavy with endless fruit. As we walked on, the moon and stars climbed the sky — that was Tri▇ gliding among them! Ahead of us was also Tri▇, Tri▇, Tri▇... It turns out everyone was waiting for us at the destination!

   Look, there in the distance, Mother is greeting us! She's waving, smiling at us!

   Shall we go? Hmm, one day we will come! But our journey isn't over yet! So, see you tomorrow? We will meet 'tomorrow'! Yes, see you tomorrow."

   — A diary filled with crooked handwriting and misspellings.

   • Artakama: Artakama was a Chrysos Heir stationed in the Grove of Epiphany during Flame Reaver's attack. She was struck down in a single strike by the Flame Reaver and died next to her sister Cynane in the Dome of Devotion. Her sister then took her sword to defend herself against the Black Tide Creatures and perished in the struggle. Artakama's sword is found nearby and returned to their father, Old Fabio.
   • Empedocles: Empedocles was a Chrysos Heir, the teacher of Anaxagoras and the former Sage of the Venerationists prior to his death.
   • Seliose (fused with Aquilla) also known as Theos Synthetos, Daughter of Dusk, Warrior Goddess, Daythunder Dromas Knight. In legend, a lone warrior rose against the "Eye of Twilight." Unable to awaken her people from their ignorance, she despaired of the Skyfolk entirely. Declaring judgment upon her people, she merged with Aquila and now slumbers within the sky fortress. Seliose was an ambitious and passionate person who held unconditional and boundless love for humanity, despite the way she was treated during her childhood. However, after fusing with Aquila and witnessing humans still killing each other in her name, she grew disillusioned with them. In her disillusionment, she killed the Skyfolks, leaving behind one unnamed Chrysos Heir, whose descendant, Hyacine, would eventually rise to challenge her. 18,250,001st Eternal Recurrence: After being exiled from the Eye of Twilight by the Skyfolk, Seliose encountered Terravox, the Dromas King, who took her under their wing. After a sparring match, Terravox realized that Seliose's powers rivaled their own. While they believed she would one day leave her mark on history, they also foresaw that her fierce determination could just as easily lead her to great tragedy.

   Despite Seliose's intention to slay Aquila, Terravox managed to dissuade her, convincing her to remain on the ground. The two journeyed together and eventually met Cerydra, joining the Flame-Chase Journey as an auxiliary force in Light Calendar Year 3920.

   However, in Light Calendar Year 3960, during the battle against Phagousa, the Ocean Titan, the entire Flame-Chase Army perished with Seliose being the sole survivor. Upon her return to Okhema, the Council of Elders accused her of murdering both the Imperator and the Army in a bid for power. Seliose offered no defense; instead, she swiftly purged the entire Council and later supported Aglaea's ascent to power.

   Though not a demigod, Seliose continued to live for the next thousand years, until the Chrysos Heir of Sky, Hyacine, ascended the rainbow bridge to the Eye of Twilight. Seliose passed away soon after, standing atop Dawncloud.

   33,550,336th Eternal Recurrence: Seliose was born a denizen of the sky, the child of two feuding tribes — a Sunfolk father, a warrior, and a Rainfolk mother, a priestess with whom she lived. During her formative years, the conflict between the Sunfolk and Rainfolk intensified. Because of her Sunfolk lineage, the Rainfolk never accepted her as one of their own. This exclusion soon turned into contempt and fear when it was discovered that she was a Chrysos Heir. Yet despite this, Seliose bore no hatred toward them and grew into a passionate and compassionate individual.

   After being exiled from her tribe, she encountered Solabis and Lunabis, forming an alliance with them. During her time in exile, she met an unknown person in a secluded cave who trained her in exceptional combat techniques. It was during this period that she heard Kephale's prophecy, delivered by the newly ascended demigod of Passage, Tribios.

   Seliose later returned to the Sky Castrum to challenge Aquila, the Titan of the Sky, the root cause of the Sunfolk–Rainfolk feud and to end the conflict once and for all. In the climax of the battle, Solabis set Aquila's wings ablaze, Lunabis sealed Aquila's divine body, and Seliose struck their hundredth eye. As Aquila fell, Seliose and her companions looked down and saw the faces of the Skyfolk, filled with pure, unshakable terror.

   When Seliose touched the Coreflame of Sky, she learned of Aquila's cold indifference and complete apathy toward humanity. Realizing that the long-standing feud between the two tribes had been meaningless, she lost all faith in humanity. She then sent Solabis and Lunabis to the earth to search for forbidden alchemical methods to fuse a Titan's soul with that of a human. After successfully fusing herself with Aquila and seeing how the Skyfolk were still committing atrocities against each other in her name, Seliose ordered Solabis and Lunabis to execute all the Skyfolk, casting them into the golden lava at the Eye of Twilight. One unnamed Chrysos Heir managed to convince Seliose to spare her life, promising her that one day her descendants would return to the Eye of Twilight to prove that humanity could learn from its mistakes. Seliose was skeptical, but amused by her proposal, and let her go on a whim fully expecting her to fail. The unnamed Chrysos Heir's descendants would come to believe they were descended from Seliose herself.

   Eventually, Hyacine, the descendant of the unnamed Chrysos Heir, ascended to the Eye of Twilight accompanied by her companion Little Ica, the Trailblazer, Mem, Phainon, and Dan Heng to claim Aquila's Coreflame. There she learned Seliose's past and her true ancestry, and declared to her that she would prove her ancestor's words. After a fierce battle, the Chrysos Heirs managed to defeat Seliose in her Theos Synthetos form, after which Seliose regained her faith in humanity. When Hyacine returned the Coreflame of Sky to the Vortex of Genesis, Seliose expressed deep remorse for her sins.

   33,550,337th Eternal Recurrence: After the Chrysos Heirs complete Era Nova, Seliose is restored to life in As I've Written as a young girl. She reunites with Solabis and Lunabis, meets Hyacine again, and joins the Twilight Courtyard with Hyacine's support.

   • Unnamed Chrysos Heir: The Unnamed Chrysos Heir was the last of the Skyfolk, only surviving because of an agreement with Seliose.

   After seeing the Skyfolk descend into madness and fight each other, Seliose's love for humanity turned into fury. She sent Solabis and Lunabis to execute and purify every Skyfolk in burning gold.

   In an act of desperation and tenacity, the Unnamed Chrysos Heir pleaded with Seliose to spare her life. She reasoned with Seliose that even though humanity is flawed and imperfect, humans can be redeemed and bear the weight of the world, and that her descendants shall be the ones to prove it. Seliose found her proposal amusing, and agreed to spare her.

   After her descent to the ground, she founded the original Twilight Courtyard, wandering with her family between city-states to find a home and spread the revised tale of Seliose. She told her children and grandchildren stories of the Sky Castrum alongside her husband, allowing records of Skyfolk culture to be recorded by one grandchild in A Letter Home. Her name went unrecorded by the Twilight Courtyard despite all she had done, and at some point, she passed away. Her descendants came to believe that they were descended from Seliose herself.

   In the Light Calendar Year 4932, Hyacine, Phainon, Dan Heng, the Trailblazer, and Mem witnessed her story through a Fragment of Recollection, exposing the millennia-long lie about Hyacine's bloodline. Despite the revelation, Hyacine still chose to fight Seliose and won, proving the Unnamed Chrysos Heir's words and changing Seliose's view on humanity.

   • Apollonius: In the #33,550,337th Eternal Recurrence, Apollonius was born in Light Calendar 3704. He was a Chrysos Heir, previously the Sage of the Helkolithists of the Grove of Epiphany, and later served as an advisor for the Flame-Chase Army of Cerydra.

   In Light Calendar 3960, Cerydra sacrificed five hundred Chrysos Heirs, including Apollonius, to gain control of the Law Coreflame. During his last moment, Verginia confessed her love to Apollonius with her final poem and they died together.

   • Eurypon: He was the king of Castrum Kremnos before it fell to ruins, as well as the father of Mydei and husband of Queen Gorgo. Eurypon was a proud warrior who, like his predecessors, was crowned king of Castrum Kremnos by slaying his own father. According to Gorgo, he had once wished to end the tradition of patricide in Castrum Kremnos, but along the way, his greed and malice consumed him. After hearing a prophecy that his son would one day bring an end to the Kremnoan Dynasty, Eurypon grew paranoid and cast Mydei into the River of Souls as a sacrifice in an attempt to prevent the prophecy.

   8,128th Eternal Recurrence: After Gorgo sent Mydeimos to the Grove of Epiphany, Eurypon restarted the Kremnos Festival to search for a King's Aegis champion that would satisfy him. A long time passed and Mydei eventually learned that Eurypon attempted to reignite the Chrysos War, raising arms against former allies and rallying an army to attack the Grove. When Mydei arrived to greet the incoming attackers, he was shocked to see the King's Aegis was Anaxa. It is implied that Eurypon was impressed by Anaxa's unconventional use of alchemy and appointed him as his Aegis for the war.

   33,550,336th Eternal Recurrence: King Eurypon was king during the time before Castrum Kremnos fell to ruins. He proposed to Gorgo at the Kremnos Festival and made Krateros the Master Primus of the Watchers. According to Krateros, Eurypon was eventually "bewitched by traitors," leading him to "wish his own flesh and blood dead." Because of Castrum Kremnos' tradition of every new king killing the reigning king to ascend to the throne, along with a prophecy foretelling Mydei's eventual ascension, King Eurypon cast Mydei into the River of Souls shortly after his birth, attempting to kill him before he could grow up. However, Mydei survived due to his curse of immortality, and years later, killed Eurypon during the Kremnoan Detachment's battle against Castrum Kremnos.

   Eurypon was also the one who split Nikador's divinity into four fragments in an effort to immortalize their body and turn their blade against Okhema and Kephale.

   33,550,337th Eternal Recurrence: In Light Calendar Year 3959, the fifty-year peace treaty between Okhema and Castrum Kremnos came to an end. That same year, Eurypon was crowned king of Castrum Kremnos. Together with his wife, Gorgo, he led his forces against Okhema near the Dolos Riverbed, claiming they had come at the request of Janusopolis to protect the Titan of Law, Talanton, and to halt the march of the Flame-Chase Army. Both Eurypon and Gorgo personally entered the battlefield, where they fought Labienus and Seneca to a standstill. The four leaders later withdrew to their tents for a private discussion, though the content of their talks remains unknown. Not long afterward, Castrum Kremnos withdrew its forces, allowing the Flame-Chase Army to resume its advance.

   In Light Calendar Year 4123, Eurypon and his son, Mydei, joined forces with Okhema to help defend it against the advances of Lygus.

   He was also a Chrysos Heir in this eternal recurrence.

   • Labionus: In the #33,550,337th Eternal Recurrence, Labienus was born as the crown prince of Bulsa in Light Calendar 3743. During the Chrysos War, Bulsa fell to the attack of Castrum Kremnos, and he was saved by Cerydra. He was a Chrysos Heir and served as a general for the Flame-Chase Army of Cerydra. He frequently gets into squabbles with Seneca, as Labienus is loyal to Cerydra, while Seneca openly expresses her dislike of the Imperator. In Light Calendar 3960, Cerydra sacrificed five hundred Chrysos Heirs, including Labienus, to gain control of the Law Coreflame. He and Seneca are seen mortally wounded in battle, where he wonders if the Imperator had seen him in battle. Seneca chastises him for failing to realize that she had used them, though he believes otherwise and puts his life in her hands before he dies from his wounds.

   • Seneca: In the #33,550,337th Eternal Recurrence, Seneca was born in a frail branch of the Skyfolk's Winterfolk in Light Calendar 3749. Back in the early days of the Chrysos War, the sky bastion she lived in was struck down by Castrum Kremnos, forcing her into exile on the earth below. Later she joined the Twilight Courtyard. She was a Chrysos Heir and served as a general for the Flame-Chase Army of Cerydra, though she does not support her actions. Cerydra is likewise aware of her dislike, though she refrains from having her killed due to her usefulness. She frequently gets into squabbles with Labienus.

   In Light Calendar 3960, Cerydra sacrificed five hundred Chrysos Heirs, including Seneca, to gain control of the Law Coreflame. She and Labienus are mortally wounded in a battle, and as Labienus calls for the Imperator, Seneca chastises him, having realized that she had used them knowing they would perish. As Labienus dies from his wounds, Seneca expresses disappointment that she was unable to get her revenge, though she knows that without her, the Imperator's conquest would fail. She hopes that if they met in the River of Souls, she would slice her crown off and states that she did not bow down to her or fate before dying.

   • Verginia: In the #33,550,337th Eternal Recurrence, Verginia was born in Castrum Kremnos in Light Calendar 3853. She was a Chrysos Heir and served as a chronicler for the Flame-Chase Army of Cerydra. She was in love with Apollonius.

   In Light Calendar 3960, Cerydra sacrificed five hundred Chrysos Heirs, including Verginia, to gain control of the Law Coreflame. During her last moment, Verginia confessed to Apollonius with her final poem and they died together.

   • Calypso (also known as Minphia14): Calypso is portrayed as calm, knowledgeable, and reasonable, traits she would retain as Cerces, who was described by Polyxia as "the wisest scholar in the land." Calypso rebuilt the Grove of Epiphany, a historical event later preserved in myth as "Cerces granting wisdom to humans" in the next cycle.

   Antepenultimate Cycle: In the antepenultimate cycle of Amphoreus, Calypso was one of the Seven Sages of the Grove of Epiphany, as well as the demigod of Reason. She was acquainted with Gnaeus and Polyxia, and she taught the latter forbidden alchemical arts capable of reviving the dead. Calypso also instructed Polyxia in the law of equivalent exchange and was the one who performed the soul rending ceremony on Gnaeus, splitting his soul into five fragments before Era Nova.

   She was also present during the trial of Death, where Castorice sacrificed herself to allow Polyxia to pass the trial and ascend as the demigod of Death.

   Penultimate Cycle: 33,550,336th Eternal Recurrence After Era Nova arrived, Calypso became the Titan of Reason, Cerces, forgetting their past life. They manifested as a giant tree, known as the Sacred Tree. Beneath its shade, the Grove of Epiphany was established by Thalesus, the First Scholar. His teachings eventually gave rise to the seven schools, which led to the formation of the Seven Sages, with Cerces as their head.

   After the fall of Nikador, the black tide and the Flame Reaver rapidly encroached upon the Grove and destroyed it. To prevent the Flame Reaver from seizing it, Calypso split their Coreflame into three parts. One fragment was implanted into the dead body of Anaxa, temporarily sustaining his life. With the combined efforts of the Trailblazer, Trianne, Castorice, and Cerces, who was possessing Anaxa's body, they managed to repel the Flame Reaver, though it nearly exhausted Trianne's divine powers.

   Upon returning to Okhema, Cerces reminded Anaxa that, since a Coreflame is incompatible with a human body, he only had fifteen days to pass the trial of Reason, which was to answer the question: "What are we?"

   Anaxa, with Castorice's help, proved his theory and answered the question, thereby passing the trial of Reason and ascending as the demigod of Reason. After pulling out the Coreflame from his chest and placing it within the Vortex of Genesis, both he and Cerces faded away.

   • Gnaeus (also known as Leoreia300): Gnaeus was a valorous warrior honoring courage over cowardice.

   Antepenultimate Cycle: In the antepenultimate cycle of Amphoreus, Gnaeus was the demigod of Strife. He wielded a spear named Kalyx, forged by the Earth Titan Georios themself. Gnaeus had the demigod of Reason, Calypso, host a soul rending ceremony to split his soul into five segments shortly before Era Nova, wherein he then became the Titan of Strife, Nikador.

   Penultimate Cycle: 33,550,336th Eternal Recurrence The soul-rending ceremony performed on Gnaeus in the previous cycle, which split his soul into five parts, was inherited in the current cycle as proverbs and customs.

   When Castrum Kremnos, under King Eurypon, carried out a plan to split Nikador's divinity into five parts, the embodiment of Nikador's Reason manifested as Gnaeus, who lost his memories of his own identity.

   In the present, Nikador attempted to attack Okhema, resulting in Mydei, Phainon, and the Trailblazer heading to Castrum Kremnos after its location was discovered. During the battle, the three realized that it was immortal, and Mydei stayed behind in order to stall the Titan as long as possible while a solution could be found. The Trailblazer, Phainon, and Castorice then attempted to obtain an audience with the Time Titan, Oronyx, though it refused their attempts. However, upon taking a glance at the Trailblazer, Oronyx caused Fuli to gaze upon them, granting them the path of Remembrance and gifting them the memosprite Mem.

   With Mem, the Trailblazer and Castorice went and asked about Castrum Kremnos' past, allowing Mem to recreate it. There, they found Gnaeus attempting to enter the tournament, but he was denied as he needed a party of three. The Trailblazer and Castorice offered to work with him. During the trials, Gnaeus expressed discontent with how the Titans had fallen into "playthings" for humans before realizing that his two teammates were not in for the competition and stated that he was only here to eliminate the roots of foolishness in the city-state. At the same time, he also felt whispers coming inside and wished to investigate it.

   As they proceeded further, the trio ran into a thief lurking inside, who the Trailblazer and Castorice recognized as a weapons merchant they had met outside. Gnaeus attempted to kill them, but Castorice stopped him from doing so and he relented, telling the thief to scram. Gnaeus eventually realized that the two were not from the era and was told by Castorice about the threat Nikador would pose in the future. As the Trailblazer restored Nikador's embodiments, Gnaeus ultimately realized that he was the last of the Titan's embodiment, Reason, and that Nikador's soul was corrupted beyond the point of salvation. Gnaeus warned them that they would be fighting a Titan at the zenith of its powers, but if they prevailed and slew him, asked them to use his Coreflame to continue fighting against the black tide.

   • Polyxia (also known as EpieiKeia216): Antepenultimate Cycle: In the antepenultimate cycle of Amphoreus, Polyxia, alongside Castorice, were fated to take up the divinity of the Death Titan. However, the condition for acquiring divinity was to sacrifice a person you loved. As such, Castorice sacrificed herself for Polyxia, turning her to the demigod of Death.

   Penultimate Cycle: 33,550,336th Eternal Recurrence Once Era Nova arrived and Polyxia became the Titan of Death, she gathered the soul of Castorice, gave it a body, and dropped it near Styxia, which resulted in her barely existing in Amphoreus.

   When she reunited with Castorice again, she passed on the divinity of Death to her, granting her the status of a demigod.

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