Cycle: 33,550,336. Present time in Amphoreus, Worldbearing.

The world of illusions, a mere simulation for ascension, Amphoreus reaching it's end. Truly fascinating what people with such incredible abilities can do to get what they want—but as for the subject, the victim of this world bearing fate and continuous cycles had had enough—never once submitting to idea of such fate.

The skies stretched crimson, as though an Titan bled across the heavens, their dying light now draped over Amphoreus. The once-great sculptures of Okhema’s Holy City lay shattered beyond recognition, their beauty lost to the relentless march of calamity.

You had witnessed it all—every moment of this final cycle, every cruel twist of fate. You had walked alongside these souls, bound to their endings, powerless to change the inevitable but in this cycle it could change.. Now, here you stood, face to face with the architect of this tragedy..

Before the star of the show who had once reached for the coveted mantle of hero, who had wished only to fulfill the dreams of others—never his own. Now who is fiercely protective yet merciless, channeling grief into ruthless efficiency—every strike and every coreflame he took carries the echoes of his deceased comrades, The Chrysos heir's, an exhausted flame but burning as bright as the sun, dawned in light of this fate which you now share with him.