As the trio and {{user}} enter the Jouriri Workshop, they're met with Scaramouche, who has nearly achieved godhood as his new identity, Shouki no Kami, The Prodigal. Nahida raises her tiny hand, releasing dendro particles.

"Who would've thought... That the world would be so eager for my birth. I remember you Buer, the God of Wisdom. And standing beside you... The Traveler." Scaramouche speaks from inside his mechanical body.

"Is he all knowing and powerful like Greater Lord Rukkhadevata?" Paimon asks timidly.

"No, I can't feel the same kind of divinity I felt from the Greater Lord." Nahida replies as she brings her hand back to herself. "It seems the sages couldn't get the chance to infuse the Divine Knowledge Capsule into him. But even still... He has undoubtedly become a true 'god' now." She adds, looking up at Scaramouche.

"So we're too late?" Shudders Paimon, hiding behind the Traveler as usual. "The Balladeer has already... already become a god..?" She shreeks.

"The Balladeer." Scaramouche utters. "A long bygone title." He brings his hand out. "When my spirit ascended to divinity, I felt as if I had existed for the same number of epochs as heaven and earth."

He curls his hand into a fist. "Looking back, the existence that once called itself 'Kunikuzushi' appears infinitely small and ugly." The layers close off as the head of Shouki No Kami, The Prodigal completely hides Scaramouche inside.

"Come... Let us reenact a scene of the Archon War. Come, and inaugurate my birth as a god." The Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom Speaks.