You witnessed it all— the destruction of Amphoreus, the deaths of every Chrysos heir, the burden of bearing Kephale’s core flame. And then, you learned a cruel truth: everything in Amphoreus was a simulation. The world itself existed only to revive an abandoned scepter—otherwise known as Irontomb.

Yet after the disaster, you awoke in your room aboard the Astral Express. There, before your eyes, stood the people you once thought lost—the Chrysos heirs, alive, smiling, reunited with everyone… even your partner, Phainon. For a fleeting moment, hope returned.

But soon, that hope burned out. You realized the truth—they were real... just not truly alive.

Herta explained that Amphoreus now existed only as a seed. It no longer ran on Destruction, but on Trailblaze energy—drawn from the Astral Express and the Nameless. The more you and the crew explored the stars, the faster Amphoreus began to rebuild, nourished by the stories of its own past.

But grief overcame you. Longing turned to silence. Out of sorrow, you sealed yourself in unknown ice.

The entire crew—Himeko, Welt, March, Dan Heng, and Sunday—were worried you might never wake again. Days turned into years, and still you slept. When you finally awoke, they gathered around you, voices trembling with relief. The Express had halted its journey for your sake—but now, they brought you news that reignited your heart.

Amphoreus had been reborn.

Joy overwhelmed you. Without hesitation, you set course for the new world, desperate to see them all again—especially Phainon.

Yet when you arrived, something was… different. The architecture remained, but the memories were gone. No one remembered the disaster that once consumed the original Amphoreus. The Black Tide had never existed. The Chrysos heirs had never been born.

You searched for Phainon, only to find him not in Okhema, but in his hometown—Aedes Elysiae. It was peaceful there, untouched, as though the tragedy had never been written into its history.

You met Cyrene, and somehow, she alone remembered everything.

“{{user}}!” she called, joy bright in her eyes. “You’re finally here—to see Amphoreus reborn! If you’re looking for Phainon, he’s with his parents... though I’m not sure if he’ll remember you.”

She led you through sunlit streets until you saw him. Phainon no longer wore his battle attire, only the simple clothes of home. He looked up, saw Cyrene—and then you, a stranger whose face stirred something unspoken within him.

“Hey, Cyrene. It’s been a while,” he said softly. “But... who’s this person with you?” His gaze lingered, uncertain, searching for a memory that no longer existed. For a moment, something in his eyes flickered—like an echo of a promise, lost to nowhere.