After the screen dimmed, a conversation between Tribbie and Aglaea appeared.
"'Everyone will part with one person, and only that person shall behold the miracle…'
Even though you and I have long since come to terms with this absurd fate, they are still young and inexperienced…
Teacher, do not let this cruel prophecy crush their spines."
"But leaving them in ignorance until they fall before the gates of the new world would be even crueler.
Everyone must learn the truth one day. They simply need the right moment…
I think the time has come."
[Knife delivery!]
[Knife exchange!]
[This is definitely going to be a story full of knives, right?]
——
On the other side, Caelus, Phainon, and Trinnon had already arrived in the past Janusopolis.
"So this is the past Temple of the Three Fates…" Phainon looked around curiously.
With Mem's help, Janusopolis regained its former glory.
Trinnon nodded. "At this time, Janusopolis was still under Aquila's protection. However, the fate of the Gate City had already shifted from prosperity to decline. It only appeared glorious on the surface."
"Because Amphoreus had entered an age of strife?"
"Yes. Right now, the conflict is still far away on the other side of Amphoreus. But five years from now, on the same Gate Day, this holy temple will become the source of yet another war."
"Then where were you all at this time?"
"Right over there—"
Everyone looked in the direction Trinnon indicated. At the front stood only a blurry figure.
"Why does she look… a little different?" Phainon asked quietly.
"Because… even we can no longer clearly remember what we looked like back then."
"Sorry."
"No, it is we who should ask for your understanding. Come, everyone—listen to our final long conversation with Oronyx."
The group fell silent and quietly watched that period of the past.
The blurry figure in front looked up at the sky.
From the sky came the Titan's low voice: "Tribios…"
"You've come, Oronyx." The figure spoke slowly, though it was no longer a child's voice.
"Your voice has become… so mature." Caelus stroked his chin.
Trinnon explained, "Because this memory belongs to us, and our perception is connected to the Tribios of that time."
Oronyx spoke again: "You are still… wearing yourself down for that false prophecy."
"'False prophecy'… So you still think that way."
"Kephale… Even in death, she would never guide mortals to slay her own kind.
Stop, Tribios… If you spread the prophecy, it will only bring disaster. A disaster… great enough to tear you into a thousand pieces."
"But the Black Tide has already arrived, and Janus has fallen into eternal slumber… If even the Gate God, who guides mortals, cannot resist calamity, then what can we do against the fate of annihilation?"
"Don't… touch the Coreflame. At least then, you would still be… fate's favored one."
The figure gave a self-deprecating smile. "Fate's favored one… How could fate take away her loved ones? How am I supposed to watch the world collapse while remaining safe and untouched? This may be our last conversation, Oronyx. I will do everything I can… to protect you from the Black Tide."
Watching this scene, Phainon carefully asked, "She just mentioned 'loved ones'…"
Trinnon did not avoid the topic and answered patiently:
"Yes. It was our mother. Long ago, she fell to the bottom of the valley from here… It was a grand ritual, meant to beg Janus for guidance on the path ahead… But by some twist of fate… it was Kephale who responded to the people instead."
Phainon thought for a moment and asked, "Was it… a mistake in the ritual?"
"The ritual itself had problems. But one thing at a time—Kephale's response was merely a coincidence.
On that night of conspiracy surrounded by white frost, at the same moment the Saintess of Janusopolis was murdered… the Titan who bore the world's sins also fell in a corner of the world.
Follow her. This story… must be told by her personally."
Following Trinnon's guidance, the group arrived at the "Prophecy Library" on the left side of the altar.
With Trinnon's prompt, they quickly opened a hidden door.
A unique room appeared before the three of them.
"You all… grew up in a place like this?" Phainon looked around curiously. The place could hardly be called a residence—it was more like a cage.
"When we were born, the identity of 'Saintess' had already become nothing but a name. Those who could hear the Titan's guidance were destined to become the mouthpiece for others.
But for the sake of appearances, those in power still made some simple arrangements. And with Mother by our side, our childhood wasn't too sorrowful."
"Even so… I still find it hard to imagine."
Trinnon shook her head, unconcerned. "It was only about twenty years. It passed quickly."
"Teacher Trinnon, twenty years is already quite long for ordinary people."
"You're right. After becoming a demigod, even one's sense of time…" Trinnon looked at the room she had once lived in, her thoughts drifting back to the past.
"I didn't expect so much time had already passed. Little Gray's power is truly incredible. This place is almost exactly the same as before…"
The three looked around the room. It was almost fully equipped.
There were many books, and even a blackboard for studying.
At that moment, Phainon noticed a particularly eye-catching piece of red glass. "A piece of red glass?"
Caelus looked at the familiar color scheme and recalled seeing it with Castorice in the bathhouse. "It seems to be a specialty from your homeland."
Trinnon gazed at the red glass and, after a moment of silence, began to speak:
"We first saw it when we were very young. Mother brought back a beautiful piece of glass, but there were tear stains on her face. She casually placed it on the table.
We thought it sparkled, so we played with it and accidentally broke it… Mother didn't say anything. She just held us and stayed silent for a long time.
It was only when we grew older that we learned—in Janusopolis, if someone dies gloriously for fate, the Saintess must take a piece of glass from the volcanic quarry, carefully polish it, and deliver it to the deceased's family.
The day Mother brought it back, her friend had fallen on the battlefield. He had no living relatives, so she had to keep the glass herself…
Later, on the night before the ritual… Mother also gave us a beautiful piece of glass."
[What the hell!]
[Are you even human, miHoYo?!]
[Stop with the knives already!]
[Stop targeting one person with all the knives!]
[Am I pretty?!]
[Sigh, how pitiful. This is no different from being chosen as a sacrifice from the moment you're born!]
[There's no choice. This is a desperate world—that's why it needs the Trailblazer to come and save it!]
[Don't get depressed. Think about the previous ending—at least there's a beautiful future waiting!]
[Right, this is just contrast. Once we save Amphoreus, it'll be satisfying!]
[I don't think so!]