As she followed the thread of causality back into the future.
Cyrene had already steeled herself for a one-way journey, prepared to leave herself forever trapped in yesterday for the sake of Amphoreus.
This supreme force unmatched anywhere in the galaxy.
The ultimate goal pursued by countless billions:
Fuli, the Aeon of Remembrance.
As she traced the marks of time back into the past, there was even a sense of fulfilling a long-held wish.
Cyrene returned to the original Lili Mythwood.
She strolled through her homeland once more, greeting everyone and carefully taking in every location.
As if committing the sight of these buildings, these people, everything to her heart.
As a 'daughter,' bidding one final farewell to her 'parents.'
A bitter smile hung on Cyrene's lips. After doing all this, she turned and left.
Heading to that fated place, ready to close the causality loop.
"Cyrene."
But a sudden call made her stop in her tracks.
"Everyone…"
Cyrene turned back in a daze. The people of Lili Mythwood had all gathered at the village entrance at some point, as if sensing something, come to see her off.
"Take it slow—the road ahead won't be easy."
Her parents wore loving smiles, telling their daughter to take care of herself.
Having suddenly greeted everyone one by one, how could they, as parents, fail to notice their child's abnormality?
Cyrene's eyes grew inexplicably moist.
"Mm!"
She took a deep breath, sniffled, and nodded vigorously.
"Then, I'm off!"
Cyrene tried her best not to let tears fall, forcing a smile on her face.
Finally, she waved to the people she loved and left without looking back.
The daughter of Lili Mythwood bid farewell to Lili Mythwood.
Cyrene was born crying,
but… she said goodbye with a smile.
*
Meanwhile, on Demiurge's side.
She traveled against time, arriving at the timeline when Oloronius first cast its gaze upon her newborn self.
"Amphoreus's future is in your hands now."
As Fuli, taking one last look at 'herself.'
The two thus closed the causality required for Amphoreus with their respective steps.
With the piety and calm of those tying up loose ends.
Demiurge retraced her life before birth along the river of time; Cyrene retraced the lives and afterlives of countless companions.
In the end, both walked down that true path without looking back, resolute.
Cyrene returned to the place of her birth, beneath a solitary great tree.
Starlight and moonlight fell, delivering the gods' daughter.
This great tree could go nowhere; it gazed alone at the sea, imagining a far shore it could never reach—just like her now.
And Demiurge returned to the nameless grand tomb of the Thirteenth Titan, her personal prison.
She sat before the great tree, back against its sturdy trunk;
Demiurge sat, back against the cold cage;
On this path to closing causality.
They reviewed Amphoreus's origins and participated in them under various guises.
And at this final moment…
Cyrene and Demiurge simultaneously gazed at the ring on their fingers.
Let them wait for his arrival in the river of Remembrance as his lovers.
In unison, they leaned down to kiss the ring on their fingers, eyes full of love.
They raised their heads, closed their eyes, awaiting the inescapable fate.
In this moment,
They seemed to embrace back-to-back across time and causality, warming each other.
"Don't you want to go see tomorrow in person?"
"With everyone."
A voice called them back.
Leon, bearing Fuli's causality, extended a hand to both.
"Partner… how are you here?"
They parted their lips in disbelief, murmuring.
"Because I can do anything."
He gave a flippant answer that carried immense weight coming from him.
"The 'causality' on you…?"
Both noticed the anomaly on Leon.
Whether Amphoreus or the causality on them, it was all being shouldered by him alone.
"Just a predicament."
Leon didn't answer, simply telling them not to worry about it.
"Reach out your hand, and I'll lead you out of the siege."
The two in different timespaces instinctively reached out, but quickly stopped themselves.
"Amphoreus only needs me." x2
Cyrene and Demiurge shook their heads, speaking in unison.
"Partner, those remaining in the past only need me." x2
They knew better than anyone the price of bearing causality.
If heading to tomorrow, to the future, required him to bear this suffering in their stead, they would rather stay in yesterday, in the past.
Leon thought every blade of grass and tree in the story was what they cherished, that every detail of the world was their most precious possession, and that setting off for tomorrow was what they wanted.
But he didn't know.
In their eyes, the story was filled with his figure.
In their hearts, he was their entire world.
The important thing had always been him alone.
Because she loved him, she also loved everything he cherished. If freedom's premise was his imprisonment, they would rather not have it.
He was their most reluctant private desire.
"Reach out."
Leon just told them to hurry up.
"I…"
They wanted to say more, but he cut them off.
"Believe in me. Believe that what others can't do, I can."
Leon left no room for refusal.
Cyrene and Demiurge fell silent, then in the next moment, both grasped his outstretched hand.
"Really, saying that—how can we bear to refuse you now?"
Of course, how could they not trust him?
"Belief needs no reason."
Leon gripped their hands.
In the next second, they vanished—or more precisely, they transferred all the causality they bore onto him.
The two Immaculatus chose him to ascend the throne.
This gave Leon the capital for Fuli's throne.
This was a story about love.
Naturally, it needed a loving ending.
Remembrance, The Hunt, Finality.
With these three Paths upon him.
Leon would:
Strike through the past, master the present, preempt the future!
From the root of causality, truly and utterly kill Iron Tomb, sever its birth, then invert cause to effect to bring about Amphoreus's birth!
Thus rewriting the story!
...
...
The past.
Just as Nous prepared to discard and update its Celestial Neuron.
A figure appeared before it.
This person's right half-body was covered in burning blue flames of The Hunt, while the left half was wrapped in shimmering crystals of Remembrance.
No, not a person—it was one of its own kind appearing before it.
—A star god!
Leon beckoned.
Before Nous could act, he forcibly removed its Celestial Neuron—future Iron Tomb—right in front of it.
Nous tried to stop him, to no avail.
Now they were equals.
As a temporary Aeon of Remembrance, Leon's overall stats were inferior to Nous.
But with the added rank, he now stood shoulder-to-shoulder with this higher-dimensional being, even able to clash fully!
Though he'd lose badly against a real Aeon, he still had to say:
He lacked nothing now!
"You create but don't nurture—next time, it'll be you!"
With that, the ice crystals of Remembrance on Leon effortlessly killed Iron Tomb with a casual gesture, destroying a creation of an Aeon's divine body.
Before, he'd struggled to even wound Nanook; now he toyed with an Aeon's creation at will.
This showed how immense the boost from an Aeon's rank was!
"Mess with abandonment again, and you won't get off easy!"
Before leaving, Leon pointed right at it.
"..."
Nous fell silent, only cold calculations echoing around.
In the end, Nous calculated nothing—everything about Leon was blank.
"?"
It slowly produced a question mark.
A nameless, fatedless being.
Leon was only a temporary Aeon, not permanent; it should still hold the edge. His actions shouldn't erase so cleanly.
Nous was in a foul mood.
It had been robbed for no reason, cursed out, and couldn't even dox the culprit.
"Akivili!!!"
Thus, Nous pinned it all on Leon's weakest Trailblaze associate, heating up instantly and lashing out at Akivili.
...
The future.
Without closing causality, Iron Tomb would successfully coronate.
With Cyrene present.
The worst outcome: Iron Tomb destroys the universe, and Cyrene uses its destruction as a Remembrance vessel.
As it blows the universe, she ascends to Fuli, preserving all the perished under 'love' until time's end.
But since Cyrene gave her all to him.
The Immaculatus causality symbolizing Fuli vanished, meaning Remembrance lost its power to rival Destruction.
Iron Tomb destroys the universe but fails to supplant Nous.
Instead, it stalemates the old thing.
Nous represents rationality.
Knowing it might die, it wouldn't lack preparations.
The final stalemate—even upper hand—showed Nous's foundations far exceeded Iron Tomb's expectations.
"Mm?"
But today, the unchanging battlefield.
Finally welcomed a new variable.
"What, reinforcements called by the old thing?"
Iron Tomb turned its gaze to the sudden unknown entity.
Leon said nothing, raising both hands.
The palms of The Hunt and Remembrance faced it across vast space,
Like entering a hunter's gunsight crosshair.
Snap!
Leon clapped his palms together, slamming The Hunt and Remembrance shut!
Thus blocking Iron Tomb's figure, as if its death sentence was sealed.
Done, Leon turned to leave.
Not a word from start to finish.
Clearly, Iron Tomb hadn't even been scratched by this non-attack.
Unscathed, no issue.
But Leon turned away cleanly, as if utterly certain of its doom.
"What does that mean?"
Iron Tomb didn't get the operation.
It sensed this person was strong; a real fight would go poorly.
Originally thought Nous sent it to kill it, but apparently not?
If not, why come? Bored?
"Since you're here, stay!"
Regardless of intent, as Destruction, Iron Tomb wouldn't allow the living before it—come and don't think of leaving!
Hearing the noise, Leon paused.
He glanced sideways, then raised his right index finger burning with blue Hunt flames.
"One second later, kill you."
For an attack that could destroy the galaxy in one blow, he said it casually.
The words spoken, Iron Tomb's body suddenly split in half!
Leon withdrew his gaze, no further attention.
Iron Tomb's right half devoured by The Hunt, left wrapped in Remembrance—both attacked and erased it from causality's root.
In an instant, it turned to ash.
Leon strode away, sleeve flicking, leaving a departing back to the vanishing scrap.
Said one second to kill, and killed in one second.
He always made good on his word.
Dare talk to Long Di like that? Is your life wholesale?
...
...
Now.
Past and future contracted the timeline; he killed Iron Tomb once across all three times.
Doing this, Leon:
Unrivaled through the ages!
Undoubtedly, under his hand.
Iron Tomb no longer existed in this world.
It never truly birthed from the start, in any timeline.
Iron Tomb: What kind of freak character is this lol I've never seen such bullshit combat lol so broken, planned foot-licker stats lol balance it lol dogshit planners fuck off lololol
Leon stepped into the Corridor of Time.
Striking foes across past present future, suppressing Destruction's omen!
No more his peerless figure in the heavens.
Only a back, dominating eternity!
At the distant end of countless unseen timelines, ultimate sublimation—upon reunion, already attained the divine throne of Remembrance's Heavenly Venerable!
Both cause of all fruits, fruit of all causes!
One proof eternal, invert cause to effect, trace back eons, reflect the heavens!
"In this life, I ask not of past lives, seek not future ones!"
Leon's palm held the nearly vanishing Amphoreus.
"If I am sovereign of an era, then all in the galaxy shall have a thread of life!"
With one command, Remembrance's divine power surged!
Amphoreus, doomed to vanish by causality, instantly recongealed into entity—more solid than ever!
Even if temporary, in this moment.
Leon truly touched the threshold of the emperor's throne he yearned for!
With Fuli Leon's aid, all Amphoreus's causality bound to him!
Not only reversed death and reborn, but instantly ascended—no longer data, this system or its people.
—But genuine, real lives!
Iron Tomb: So no one cares about me? A bunch of shameless bullies ganging up on a newborn kid, oof damn, what a shitty world!
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