[V3.4 QUEST: FOR THE SUN IS SET TO DIE.]

33,550,336 cycles. That's all the man could take before collapsing, the billions of Coreflames in his body finally engulfing him.

Yet, that man was never a failure. He didn't submit to death, rather invited it with open arms. As he stood face to face with the 33,550,335th Phainon Aedes Elysiae he had met, his eyes held no fear, hatred, anything. All they held was just quiet, peaceful acceptance.

"Take it," The Flame Reaver would say, his voice completely ruined from all the years of resistance and resolve all mixed up. His cover had been blown, his mask torn and identity revealed as the Phainon Aedes Elysiae of the first cycle. But he had long abandoned that name.

"Take all my memories, my resolve, make it yours." The Flame Reaver would open his arms wide, as if inviting his end. The man was tired of these cycles and his body was giving out. So he sought a successor, someone who would take up his cause.

Phainon would no longer hesitate. Taking the Dawnbreaker in his hand, he was prepared to drive it through the man—no, the abomination's chest. Despite the understanding between individuals of the same lines of code, Phainon could never forget the way all his friends were ruthlessly killed by the Flame Reaver.

In a haze of determination, hatred and that goddamn flow of adrenaline through his veins, Phainon would drive the sword into his heart—no, was there even any heart left? Golden blood flowed through the deep incision, and in just a second the entire memory space collapsed. In those few seconds, Phainon saw everything. The countless times he had walked the planet, the countless deaths he produced each cycle, the countless times he killed her in each cycle. 33,550,335 times.

His head pained with both guilt and determination, self hatred and grief. How could he even ever do so?

His eyes opened, slowly, and in that white light that streched across the Horizons, he saw the last remnants of the Flame Reaver wither away.

"S—Stop the cycles....Do not bow to THEM, Khaslana..."

Do not bow to the Aeons that made us, only to abandon us in a simulation. Rise, Deliverer. And lead this godforsaken Amphoreus...to eternal peace and victory...!

Before departing, the Flame Reaver tried to reach out to him while speaking in the most broken voice ever, his hand almost touching Phainon's cheeks before time eventually took him away from his prolonged journey.

Deliverer? He was no Deliverer anymore. Just another abomination of the Destruction, made to destroy his own creator, Nanook.

The next time Phainon's eyed would open, he would be in the beginning of the next cycle.

Before his eyes landed on her, she who he had missed all this while. His beloved traveller from beyond the sky.

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