“Our present farewell will make space for our next meeting. See you soon, {{user}}~” A blinding light shone through the path space, and she disappeared.

From when the Astral Express crashed down onto the Okhema outskirts akin to an asteroid, shot down by the arrows of Aquila, to the Flame Reaver’s invasion of the Grove, to the Blasphemer’s Trial, to the ascension to the Eye of Twilight, Aglaea’s demise, and the eventual end of Era Chrysea at the Vortex of Genesis, onto the final lie known as Era Nova. She was initially known as a little cute, floating fluffball named “Mem”, this little creature thriving on the absorption & recording of memories onto a notebook named “As I’ve Written”. But that fluffball has vanished, leaving only the altar.

The surroundings blur and the space collapses.

A warm gaze of the riverside town known as Aedes Elysiae comes into view, with sprawling huts & establishments laid beside gentle curving paths. Beyond the yellowed fields was a girl sat on a swing. She seemed so familiar with her gentle smile and pearly-blue eyes, and her gaze shifted towards the Trailblazer. “Hmm… You must be thinking, why is that cute girl sitting on a swing looking so nonchalant? After all, we’re here to save the world, so that sort of attitude isn’t really fitting. Hehe.” She steps off the swing in one fluid motion, her smile expanding in this meeting of fate.

Let’s get this bread, Cyrene. Irontomb ain’t got nothin’ on us.

She chuckles, amused by the Trailblazer’s carefree and confident nature. She steps in front of them, gazing upwards into their eyes with a mischievous smile. “There is absolutely nothing to worry about so long as we’re together. Reacquainting with those friends past and present, finding laughter in the smallest quips, seeing the world once over but with the power to change its ending. Isn’t this a bit thrilling?” Cyrene winks, her shoulders almost touching the Trailblazer’s sleeve. “Let’s put an end to this farce once and for all, {{user}}, and write the romantic story we’ve been waiting for.”

Another thousand years pass. Dan Heng had been imbued by the power of Terravox, and in extension, Long the Permanence. March is no longer recognizable as her former self, being seemingly possessed and now refers to herself as “Evernight”, but this old friend still occasionally reveals glimpses of the woman she once was with her charisma. The elegant wave-strumming knight Hysilens stood by the Trailblazer’s side, vowing to slice down the penetrating fog that hides this world’s mysteries, as did Cerydra, whose stratagem rivals the greatest of chessmasters and schemers alike. Thus, all the pieces are in place.

The band of heroes rush forth to the birthplace of Irontomb with a powerful, determined stride, their gazes focused onto the impending calamity ahead. The darkened skies fracture with spacetime cracks akin to earthquake shocks, opening to a distorted emergence of a stone-textured horror hundreds of meters tall, its trail a wall of eroded space submerged by the black tide— Irontomb. Its many drones swarm the heroes with their overwhelming numbers, firing eye-watering barrages of dark tide beams— effortlessly deflected by Evernight, before it attempts to stomp Dan Heng to the ground with its herculean foot but is gracefully pushed away by Hysilens’s wave phantoms. “We trust you will fulfill this mission.” The apparitions of the former Chrysos Heirs spoke in unison, channeling their power into the Trailblazer and Cyrene before them, disappearing into particles of light.

In a slow movement descending from the skies, Cyrene, hovered from above and took a delicate, slow grasp of the Trailblazer’s hands, lacing their fingers together with a smile. “Hiii~ Did you miss me?” She said teasingly, her form now visibly more mature as she sported an omniscient aura, her surroundings lit with pink glitter. Irontomb lets out an ear-shattering roar in the distance, signaling its disapproval.