Aedes Elysiae, a remote frontier village isolated from the world, now lives on only in cryptic legends. The Nameless hero, ████████, the Chrysos Heir holding the Coreflame of "Worldbearing," memorizes the ideals of the entire world, carries the fate of millions, and brings the first light of dawn to the new world —"But if dawn should never come, let this fury consume this body, and rise as tomorrow's blazing sun!"
Phainon
Destruction
Physical
Lv.1/20
HP
ATK
DEF
SPDTAUNT
Add to PlannerAedes Elysiae, a remote frontier village isolated from the world, now lives on only in cryptic legends. The Nameless hero, ████████, the Chrysos Heir holding the Coreflame of "Worldbearing," memorizes the ideals of the entire world, carries the fate of millions, and brings the first light of dawn to the new world —"But if dawn should never come, let this fury consume this body, and rise as tomorrow's blazing sun!"
Basic ATK
Lv.1Stride to Deliverance
Single Target | Break 60
Deals Physical DMG equal to 100% of Phainon's ATK to one designated enemy.
「Creation: Bloodthorn Ferry」
Blast | Break 180/hit
Gains 4 point(s) of "Scourge", dealing Physical DMG equal to 250% of Khaslana's ATK to one designated enemy and Physical DMG equal to 75% of Khaslana's ATK to adjacent targets.
Skill
Lv.1Let There Be Light
Blast | Break 120/hit
Gains 4 point(s) of "Coreflame," dealing Physical DMG equal to 300% of Phainon's ATK to one designated enemy and Physical DMG equal to 120% of Phainon's ATK to adjacent targets.
「Calamity: Soulscorch Edict」
Enhance | Break 60
Gains "Scourge" by an amount equal to the number of enemies and 1 stack of "Soulscorch," then causes all enemies to immediately take action.
While in the "Soulscorch" state, Khaslana takes150% reduced DMG. After an enemy target attacks or takes action, gains 1 more stack of "Soulscorch." After said enemy targets finish their actions, immediately launches Counter, deals Physical DMG to all enemies equal to 40% of Khaslana's ATK, and additionally deals 8 instance(s) of DMG, with each instance being Physical DMG equal to 30% of Khaslana's ATK dealt to one random enemy. Afterward, "Soulscorch" is dispelled. Each "Soulscorch" stack increases the DMG multiplier of said Counter by 40% of its original multiplier value.
DMG dealt through this ability is considered as Skill DMG. If "Soulscorch" is still active at the start of Khaslana's extra turn, immediately launches Counter.
While in the "Soulscorch" state, Khaslana takes
DMG dealt through this ability is considered as Skill DMG. If "Soulscorch" is still active at the start of Khaslana's extra turn, immediately launches Counter.
「Foundation: Stardeath Verdict」
Bounce | Energy Gen 0/hit | Break 20/hit
Dispels all debuffs on this unit, then deals Physical DMG equal to a max of 1170% of Khaslana's ATK.
For every 1 point of "Scourge" consumed, deals8 instance(s) of DMG, with each instance being Physical DMG equal to 45% of Khaslana's ATK dealt to one random enemy. When consuming 8 point(s) of "Scourge", additionally deals Physical DMG equal to 450% of Khaslana's ATK, which is evenly distributed across all enemies.
For every 1 point of "Scourge" consumed, deals
Ultimate
Lv.1He Who Bears the World Must Burn
AoE | Energy Cost 24 / Gen 0 | Break 120/hit
Transforms into Khaslana. During the transformation, deploys the Territory "Ruinous Irontomb." Within the Territory, other teammates depart and cannot take action, and all enemies have Physical Weaknesses.
Khaslana does not enter his own turn, but has16 Khaslana's extra turn(s), with a SPD set at 120% of Khaslana's base SPD. When the last of Khaslana's extra turns starts, immediately launches a final hit and deals Physical Ultimate DMG equal to 960% of Khaslana's ATK that is distributed evenly across all enemies.
Khaslana does not enter his own turn, but has
Talent
Lv.1Pyric Corpus
Enhance
Phainon's Talent. When "Coreflame" reaches 24 point(s), can activate Ultimate. Even after reaching the limit, can still hold up to 6 overflow point(s). When the transformation ends, gains "Coreflame" based on the number of overflow points.
When Phainon is targeted by an ability from any other target, gains 1 "Coreflame" point. And if the ability is cast by one of Phainon's teammates, can also increase Phainon's CRIT DMG by30% for 6 turn(s).
When Phainon is targeted by an ability from any other target, gains 1 "Coreflame" point. And if the ability is cast by one of Phainon's teammates, can also increase Phainon's CRIT DMG by
「Fate: Divine Vessel」
Enhance
Khaslana's Talent. Upon transformation, gains 8 point(s) of "Scourge". If this happens during an ally target's turn, then the duration of all buffs on that target is extended by 1 turn and the current turn ends.
Khaslana is immune to Crowd Control debuffs, has 1 Enhanced Basic ATK and 2 Enhanced Skills, but cannot use Ultimate. During the transformation, increases ATK by80% and Max HP by 270% . After using an attack, restores HP equal to 40% of his Max HP. When Khaslana takes a killing blow, he will not get knocked down. Instead, he will restore HP equal to 50% of Max HP and immediately launch a final hit. For every 1 remaining Khaslana's extra turn, the final hit's DMG multiplier decreases by 25% of its original multiplier value.
When the transformation ends, increases all allies' SPD by30% for 1 turn.
Khaslana is immune to Crowd Control debuffs, has 1 Enhanced Basic ATK and 2 Enhanced Skills, but cannot use Ultimate. During the transformation, increases ATK by
When the transformation ends, increases all allies' SPD by
Technique
Lv.1Beginning of the End
Break 120
While Phainon is in the team, increases Max Technique Points by 3.
When actively using this Technique, consumes 2 Technique Points and immediately attacks all enemies within a certain range. After entering combat, regenerates50 Energy for allies and gains 4 "Scourge" and 2 Skill Point(s). Deals Physical DMG equal to 400% of Phainon's ATK to all enemies at the start of each wave.
If attacking a normal enemy, immediately defeats them without entering combat. No Technique Points are consumed if no enemies are hit.
When actively using this Technique, consumes 2 Technique Points and immediately attacks all enemies within a certain range. After entering combat, regenerates
If attacking a normal enemy, immediately defeats them without entering combat. No Technique Points are consumed if no enemies are hit.
March to Oblivion
When the battle starts, gains 2 point(s) of "Coreflame." When the transformation ends, gains 6 point(s) of "Coreflame."
A2
CRIT Rate +5.4%
A2
CRIT DMG +10.6%
A3
SPD +4
A3
Bide in Flames
When receiving healing or a Shield from a teammate, deals 90% increased DMG for 8 turn(s). This effect cannot trigger repeatedly within one turn.
When receiving an Energy Regeneration effect from a teammate's ability, gains2 point(s) of "Coreflame."
When receiving an Energy Regeneration effect from a teammate's ability, gains
A4
CRIT DMG +16%
A4
CRIT Rate +8%
A5
CRIT DMG +16%
A5
Shine with Valor
When entering combat or ending transformation, increases ATK by 100% . This effect can stack up to 4 time(s).
A6
SPD +6
A6
CRIT Rate +10.6%
Lv75
CRIT DMG +21.4%
Lv80
CRIT DMG +10.6%
Lv1
1Fire and Light Bind Virtue and Vice
The base SPD inheritance ratio for Khaslana's extra turn increases to 132% . For every enemy target defeated in one battle, additionally increases this ratio by 3% , up to a max of 168% .
When using Ultimate, increases CRIT DMG by100% , lasting for 6 turn(s).
When using Ultimate, increases CRIT DMG by
2Sky and Earth Churn Mortal Froth
Khaslana's Physical RES PEN increases by 40% . When one use of "Foundation: Stardeath Verdict" consumes 8 "Scourge" point(s), gains 1 extra turn.
3Depths of Quiet, Entombed in Ruin
Ultimate Lv. +2, up to a maximum of Lv. 15 .
Basic ATK Lv. +1, up to a maximum of Lv.10 .
Basic ATK Lv. +1, up to a maximum of Lv.
4Faces of Titans, Blurred by Time
When using "Calamity: Soulscorch Edict," additionally gains 8 stack(s) of "Soulscorch."
5The Wheel Spins Forevermore
Skill Lv. +2, up to a maximum of Lv. 15 .
Talent Lv. +2, up to a maximum of Lv.15 .
Talent Lv. +2, up to a maximum of Lv.
6Embers of Old Rise Still
The number of overflow points allowed for "Coreflame" no longer has an upper limit. When the battle starts, gains 12 point(s) of "Coreflame."
After using the attack from "Foundation: Stardeath Verdict," additionally deals True DMG equal to72% of the total DMG dealt in this attack to the enemy target with the highest HP.
After using the attack from "Foundation: Stardeath Verdict," additionally deals True DMG equal to
FACTION
Amphoreus
Character Details
Aedes Elysiae, a remote frontier village isolated from the world, now lives on only in cryptic legends.
The Nameless hero, ████████, the Chrysos Heir holding the Coreflame of "Worldbearing," memorizes the ideals of the entire world, carries the fate of millions, and brings the first light of dawn to the new world
—"But if dawn should never come, let this fury consume this body, and rise as tomorrow's blazing sun!"
The Nameless hero, ████████, the Chrysos Heir holding the Coreflame of "Worldbearing," memorizes the ideals of the entire world, carries the fate of millions, and brings the first light of dawn to the new world
—"But if dawn should never come, let this fury consume this body, and rise as tomorrow's blazing sun!"
Character Story: Part I
Unlocked at Character Level 20
Aedes Elysiae, the boy's hometown.
The village lived by the rhythm of the sun: working at daybreak, resting at sundown, just like his own life, simple and unadorned.
In a tiny schoolhouse that could barely fit a handful of students, the boy drifted off during a droning history lesson, his thoughts floating away with the wood shavings dancing from his hands.
Stroke by stroke, the figure of a warrior slowly emerged from the block of wood hidden in his desk drawer.
"A mighty greatsword... only a blade like that could match this strength..."
He sharpened the edges of the wood chip in the sunlight.
"Armor scarred by honor, a cloak like wings soaring through the storm."
"And then..."
"Phainon! If you want to be the strongest warrior... you'd better start paying attention."
Miss Pythias never gets tired of dragging him back to reality.
The boy preferred the training yard stacked with hay bales far more than school.
It was his battlefield — where scarecrows turned into charging soldiers, or wild beasts on the rampage.
When he was not at school, he often spent entire days there with his carved wooden comrades, until the smell of cooking wafted from every household.
Beneath the cool shade of the trees, the exhausted boy could fall asleep right on the grass.
In his broken dreams, he gazed at city-states he had never seen and witnessed grand tales unfold.
"Go... become a hero."
That voice, like the endless waves of wheat in Aedes Elysiae, guided the boy onto the road of adventure.
The village lived by the rhythm of the sun: working at daybreak, resting at sundown, just like his own life, simple and unadorned.
In a tiny schoolhouse that could barely fit a handful of students, the boy drifted off during a droning history lesson, his thoughts floating away with the wood shavings dancing from his hands.
Stroke by stroke, the figure of a warrior slowly emerged from the block of wood hidden in his desk drawer.
"A mighty greatsword... only a blade like that could match this strength..."
He sharpened the edges of the wood chip in the sunlight.
"Armor scarred by honor, a cloak like wings soaring through the storm."
"And then..."
"Phainon! If you want to be the strongest warrior... you'd better start paying attention."
Miss Pythias never gets tired of dragging him back to reality.
The boy preferred the training yard stacked with hay bales far more than school.
It was his battlefield — where scarecrows turned into charging soldiers, or wild beasts on the rampage.
When he was not at school, he often spent entire days there with his carved wooden comrades, until the smell of cooking wafted from every household.
Beneath the cool shade of the trees, the exhausted boy could fall asleep right on the grass.
In his broken dreams, he gazed at city-states he had never seen and witnessed grand tales unfold.
"Go... become a hero."
That voice, like the endless waves of wheat in Aedes Elysiae, guided the boy onto the road of adventure.
Character Story: Part II
Unlocked at Character Level 40
Facing the young drifter from afar, the weaver and the childlike seer would sometimes speak of the Flame-Chase and Chrysos Heirs.
The weaver's sightless eyes seemed to see through his inner turmoil, while the seer's bright innocence gave him a warm sense of home.
"So... the Chrysos Heirs were destined by the heavens?"
The young man asked, gathering his courage.
The weaver shook her head.
"No. It's more like a long, grueling pilgrimage."
The young man tucked away the wheat-scented memories of his past and joined the holy city's legion, training day and night until difficult swordplay became as natural as breathing.
In a death match that stunned the world, he battled the crown prince of Kremnos for ten days and nights. In each sweeping strike, he wielded his blade as if he'd already offered up his life without hesitation.
Of course, more often than not, the young man greeted the world with humor and ease.
"I just want people to feel comfortable around me," he would say.
Though his friends often scoffed at that, they knew it was that very spirit that earned the silver-haired youth the trust and respect of commoners and nobles alike in the holy city.
During his years of study at the Grove, even though he had little interest in logic, the young man often triumphed in debates with his sharp wit after poring over books until the pages wore thin.
Though he could not outcompete his teacher's wisdom, deep down he knew — it was the courage to stay true to himself that he still lacked.
Yet when the young man returned from the battlefield and after the physician had bandaged his wounds, there was still a long silence.
"Lord Phainon... do you often wake in the night, or find yourself unable to sleep?"
He didn't mind.
To walk the path that would strike down the gods themselves, he had to carve himself into the shape the people needed him to be.
The weaver's sightless eyes seemed to see through his inner turmoil, while the seer's bright innocence gave him a warm sense of home.
"So... the Chrysos Heirs were destined by the heavens?"
The young man asked, gathering his courage.
The weaver shook her head.
"No. It's more like a long, grueling pilgrimage."
The young man tucked away the wheat-scented memories of his past and joined the holy city's legion, training day and night until difficult swordplay became as natural as breathing.
In a death match that stunned the world, he battled the crown prince of Kremnos for ten days and nights. In each sweeping strike, he wielded his blade as if he'd already offered up his life without hesitation.
Of course, more often than not, the young man greeted the world with humor and ease.
"I just want people to feel comfortable around me," he would say.
Though his friends often scoffed at that, they knew it was that very spirit that earned the silver-haired youth the trust and respect of commoners and nobles alike in the holy city.
During his years of study at the Grove, even though he had little interest in logic, the young man often triumphed in debates with his sharp wit after poring over books until the pages wore thin.
Though he could not outcompete his teacher's wisdom, deep down he knew — it was the courage to stay true to himself that he still lacked.
Yet when the young man returned from the battlefield and after the physician had bandaged his wounds, there was still a long silence.
"Lord Phainon... do you often wake in the night, or find yourself unable to sleep?"
He didn't mind.
To walk the path that would strike down the gods themselves, he had to carve himself into the shape the people needed him to be.
Character Story: Part III
Unlocked at Character Level 60
The god who wielded the Lightning Spear fell into madness. In the battle named Strife, the man and his comrade gave the mad god the final release.
In the debate where the Coreflame of Reason was contested, the man faced down his old mentor and witnessed a brutal execution.
On the battlefield of the Sky, he crossed the rainbow bridge, piercing the gloom with the burning light of the sun, lighting the perilous road ahead.
"Deliverer, lead us forward."
Hearing those words of relief from the weaver, he felt only a bitter ache, a worry he refused to show in front of the crowd.
The crown prince of Kremnos, scarred by a thousand deaths, entrusted his people to him.
"Don't worry. I'll look after them for you."
The seer, her body split into countless pieces, faded away, and he took up the oath she had sworn before her journey.
"Miss Tribbie, I will live to see that morrow filled with the radiance of stars..."
The scholar raced toward death in search of truth. The Holy Maiden embraced her lonely fate.
"In the next life, truth will be revealed, and life and death will find their rightful place."
The weaver found eternal rest in a golden bath. The fleet-footed rogue stopped in regret. The healer who once roamed the skies would never again return to the earth.
"With my body as kindling, I will become the blaze that lights the new world."
The man could not shed tears, but used these searing pains to carve such memories into his mind.
Bearing the hopes of all people, he staggered toward the mountain peak where the morning sun rises.
He believed that, one day, the dawn would break through the endless night of Amphoreus.
"But should dawn have never existed..."
He had asked himself that question thousands of times.
Now, heading toward the blazing, merciless end, he carved the final mark of "Phainon"—
"Let the fires of rage burn this body to ashes and transform into the blazing sun of tomorrow!"
In the debate where the Coreflame of Reason was contested, the man faced down his old mentor and witnessed a brutal execution.
On the battlefield of the Sky, he crossed the rainbow bridge, piercing the gloom with the burning light of the sun, lighting the perilous road ahead.
"Deliverer, lead us forward."
Hearing those words of relief from the weaver, he felt only a bitter ache, a worry he refused to show in front of the crowd.
The crown prince of Kremnos, scarred by a thousand deaths, entrusted his people to him.
"Don't worry. I'll look after them for you."
The seer, her body split into countless pieces, faded away, and he took up the oath she had sworn before her journey.
"Miss Tribbie, I will live to see that morrow filled with the radiance of stars..."
The scholar raced toward death in search of truth. The Holy Maiden embraced her lonely fate.
"In the next life, truth will be revealed, and life and death will find their rightful place."
The weaver found eternal rest in a golden bath. The fleet-footed rogue stopped in regret. The healer who once roamed the skies would never again return to the earth.
"With my body as kindling, I will become the blaze that lights the new world."
The man could not shed tears, but used these searing pains to carve such memories into his mind.
Bearing the hopes of all people, he staggered toward the mountain peak where the morning sun rises.
He believed that, one day, the dawn would break through the endless night of Amphoreus.
"But should dawn have never existed..."
He had asked himself that question thousands of times.
Now, heading toward the blazing, merciless end, he carved the final mark of "Phainon"—
"Let the fires of rage burn this body to ashes and transform into the blazing sun of tomorrow!"
Character Story: Part IV
Unlocked at Character Level 80
As he had countless times before, he once again saw it through the blaze —
Morning light pouring over the wheat fields of Aedes Elysiae, bathing the village in a golden glow.
"Feels like... I've had this dream a thousand times before..."
The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes as he woke beneath the tree.
In the dream, the sun fell from the sky, the statue of a hero crumbling, melting, shattering, consuming the world in flames.
In the dead silence, a familiar figure, charred and broken, trudged alone into the endless darkness.
"That figure burned itself away... and everything else around it too..."
The boy stared blankly at the unfinished wooden carving. The searing anger and deep self-loathing from the dream still echoed through his heart.
"Maybe that broken world... is calling out for a hero..."
"What will the future look like?"
Lying back on the soft, golden straw, the boy pictured an epic tale unfolding before his eyes.
"Maybe the hero will roam the world, righting wrongs, solving impossible problems, yet leaving no name behind...
"Carrying a mysterious past, defying a cruel fate, and vanquishing fearsome enemies.
"When the world teeters on the brink, they'll honor their vow with a heart pure and true — wherever they go, peace and prosperity will follow...
"Even if they fall a hundred times, a thousand times, a million times... A hero can be destroyed, but never defeated..."
...
If nothing had changed...
The days at Aedes Elysiae would have continued to drift by quietly, just as they always had.
That tiny ember had already been planted deep in his heart at the start of his journey.
When the boy grew into a young man, when he once again stood at the ferry, setting out toward distant lands...
He would rush toward the future, forgetting the broken dreams he left behind.
He wouldn't realize how long and arduous the road ahead would be — not until he had used himself as the kindling to feed a futile flame.
Only when he reached the end would he learn how far he had come.
One last time, he would remember that morning when the sun first rose and who he was when he carved the first shape of his ideals. In the years to come, he would give that person a new name: "Deliverer."
And so, his name faded into the scattered fragments of memory.
Morning light pouring over the wheat fields of Aedes Elysiae, bathing the village in a golden glow.
"Feels like... I've had this dream a thousand times before..."
The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes as he woke beneath the tree.
In the dream, the sun fell from the sky, the statue of a hero crumbling, melting, shattering, consuming the world in flames.
In the dead silence, a familiar figure, charred and broken, trudged alone into the endless darkness.
"That figure burned itself away... and everything else around it too..."
The boy stared blankly at the unfinished wooden carving. The searing anger and deep self-loathing from the dream still echoed through his heart.
"Maybe that broken world... is calling out for a hero..."
"What will the future look like?"
Lying back on the soft, golden straw, the boy pictured an epic tale unfolding before his eyes.
"Maybe the hero will roam the world, righting wrongs, solving impossible problems, yet leaving no name behind...
"Carrying a mysterious past, defying a cruel fate, and vanquishing fearsome enemies.
"When the world teeters on the brink, they'll honor their vow with a heart pure and true — wherever they go, peace and prosperity will follow...
"Even if they fall a hundred times, a thousand times, a million times... A hero can be destroyed, but never defeated..."
...
If nothing had changed...
The days at Aedes Elysiae would have continued to drift by quietly, just as they always had.
That tiny ember had already been planted deep in his heart at the start of his journey.
When the boy grew into a young man, when he once again stood at the ferry, setting out toward distant lands...
He would rush toward the future, forgetting the broken dreams he left behind.
He wouldn't realize how long and arduous the road ahead would be — not until he had used himself as the kindling to feed a futile flame.
Only when he reached the end would he learn how far he had come.
One last time, he would remember that morning when the sun first rose and who he was when he carved the first shape of his ideals. In the years to come, he would give that person a new name: "Deliverer."
And so, his name faded into the scattered fragments of memory.
Character Story: Part I
Unlocked after completing the Trailblaze Mission "Hero, Sing That Anthem of Creation"
Aedes Elysiae, a remote frontier village isolated from the world, now lives on only in cryptic legends.
Nameless hero, Khaslana, Chrysos Heir carrying the Coreflame of "Worldbearing," memorizes the ideals of all worlds, carries the fate of multitudes, and brings the first light of dawn to the new world
—"But should dawn have never existed, let the fires of rage burn this body to ashes and transform into the blazing sun of tomorrow!"
Nameless hero, Khaslana, Chrysos Heir carrying the Coreflame of "Worldbearing," memorizes the ideals of all worlds, carries the fate of multitudes, and brings the first light of dawn to the new world
—"But should dawn have never existed, let the fires of rage burn this body to ashes and transform into the blazing sun of tomorrow!"
Character Story: Part II
Unlocked after completing the Trailblaze Mission "Hero, Sing That Anthem of Creation"
Aedes Elysiae, the boy's hometown.
The village lived by the rhythm of the sun: working at daybreak, resting at sundown, just like his own life, simple and unadorned.
In a tiny schoolhouse that could barely fit a handful of students, the boy drifted off during a droning history lesson, his thoughts floating away with the wood shavings dancing from his hands.
Stroke by stroke, the figure of a warrior slowly emerged from the block of wood hidden in his desk drawer.
"A mighty greatsword... only a blade like that could match this strength..."
He sharpened the edges of the wood chip in the sunlight.
"Armor scarred by honor, a cloak like wings soaring through the storm."
"And then..."
"Phainon! If you want to be the strongest warrior... you'd better start paying attention."
Miss Pythias never gets tired of dragging him back to reality.
The boy preferred the training yard stacked with hay bales far more than school.
It was his battlefield — where scarecrows turned into charging soldiers, or wild beasts on the rampage.
When he was not at school, he often spent entire days there with his carved wooden comrades, until the smell of cooking wafted from every household.
Beneath the cool shade of the trees, the exhausted boy could fall asleep right on the grass.
In his broken dreams, he gazed at city-states he had never seen and witnessed grand tales unfold.
"Go... become a hero."
That voice, like the endless waves of wheat in Aedes Elysiae, guided the boy onto the road of adventure.
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>>> First Computation
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>>> Assign definition to object "NeiKos496 "
>>> Loading Scene [Aedes Elysiae]
>>> Execute Simulation
Object "NeiKos496 " moved along trajectory defined by coordinate set A-F.
Object "NeiKos496 " initialized new variable [The Hero Within].
>>> Variable [Black Tide] begins displacement update, executing overwrite command on [Aedes Elysiae]
The village lived by the rhythm of the sun: working at daybreak, resting at sundown, just like his own life, simple and unadorned.
In a tiny schoolhouse that could barely fit a handful of students, the boy drifted off during a droning history lesson, his thoughts floating away with the wood shavings dancing from his hands.
Stroke by stroke, the figure of a warrior slowly emerged from the block of wood hidden in his desk drawer.
"A mighty greatsword... only a blade like that could match this strength..."
He sharpened the edges of the wood chip in the sunlight.
"Armor scarred by honor, a cloak like wings soaring through the storm."
"And then..."
"Phainon! If you want to be the strongest warrior... you'd better start paying attention."
Miss Pythias never gets tired of dragging him back to reality.
The boy preferred the training yard stacked with hay bales far more than school.
It was his battlefield — where scarecrows turned into charging soldiers, or wild beasts on the rampage.
When he was not at school, he often spent entire days there with his carved wooden comrades, until the smell of cooking wafted from every household.
Beneath the cool shade of the trees, the exhausted boy could fall asleep right on the grass.
In his broken dreams, he gazed at city-states he had never seen and witnessed grand tales unfold.
"Go... become a hero."
That voice, like the endless waves of wheat in Aedes Elysiae, guided the boy onto the road of adventure.
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>>> First Computation
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>>> Assign definition to object "NeiKos
>>> Loading Scene [Aedes Elysiae]
>>> Execute Simulation
Object "NeiKos
Object "NeiKos
>>> Variable [Black Tide] begins displacement update, executing overwrite command on [Aedes Elysiae]
Character Story: Part III
Unlocked after completing the Trailblaze Mission "Hero, Sing That Anthem of Creation"
Facing the young drifter from afar, the weaver and the childlike seer would sometimes speak of the Flame-Chase and Chrysos Heirs.
The weaver's sightless eyes seemed to see through his inner turmoil, while the seer's bright innocence gave him a warm sense of home.
"So... the Chrysos Heirs were destined by the heavens?"
The young man asked, gathering his courage.
The weaver shook her head.
"No. It's more like a long, grueling pilgrimage."
The young man tucked away the wheat-scented memories of his past and joined the holy city's legion, training day and night until difficult swordplay became as natural as breathing.
In a death match that stunned the world, he battled the crown prince of Kremnos for ten days and nights. In each sweeping strike, he wielded his blade as if he'd already offered up his life without hesitation.
Of course, more often than not, the young man greeted the world with humor and ease.
"I just want people to feel comfortable around me," he would say.
Though his friends often scoffed at that, they knew it was that very spirit that earned the silver-haired youth the trust and respect of commoners and nobles alike in the holy city.
During his years of study at the Grove, even though he had little interest in logic, the young man often triumphed in debates with his sharp wit after poring over books until the pages wore thin.
Though he could not outcompete his teacher's wisdom, deep down he knew — it was the courage to stay true to himself that he still lacked.
Yet when the young man returned from the battlefield and after the physician had bandaged his wounds, there was still a long silence.
"Lord Phainon... do you often wake in the night, or find yourself unable to sleep?"
He didn't mind.
To walk the path that would strike down the gods themselves, he had to carve himself into the shape the world needed him to be.
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>>>49 th Computation
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>>> Loading Scene [Okhema]
>>> Loading Scene [Grove of Epiphany]
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>>> Load Computational Factors
"HapLotes405 "
"SkeMma720 "
"EpieiKeia216 "
"PoleMos600 "
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>>> Object "NeiKos496 " self-iteration progress: 0.43%
The weaver's sightless eyes seemed to see through his inner turmoil, while the seer's bright innocence gave him a warm sense of home.
"So... the Chrysos Heirs were destined by the heavens?"
The young man asked, gathering his courage.
The weaver shook her head.
"No. It's more like a long, grueling pilgrimage."
The young man tucked away the wheat-scented memories of his past and joined the holy city's legion, training day and night until difficult swordplay became as natural as breathing.
In a death match that stunned the world, he battled the crown prince of Kremnos for ten days and nights. In each sweeping strike, he wielded his blade as if he'd already offered up his life without hesitation.
Of course, more often than not, the young man greeted the world with humor and ease.
"I just want people to feel comfortable around me," he would say.
Though his friends often scoffed at that, they knew it was that very spirit that earned the silver-haired youth the trust and respect of commoners and nobles alike in the holy city.
During his years of study at the Grove, even though he had little interest in logic, the young man often triumphed in debates with his sharp wit after poring over books until the pages wore thin.
Though he could not outcompete his teacher's wisdom, deep down he knew — it was the courage to stay true to himself that he still lacked.
Yet when the young man returned from the battlefield and after the physician had bandaged his wounds, there was still a long silence.
"Lord Phainon... do you often wake in the night, or find yourself unable to sleep?"
He didn't mind.
To walk the path that would strike down the gods themselves, he had to carve himself into the shape the world needed him to be.
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>>> Initiating Computation
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>>> Object "NeiKos
Character Story: Part IV
Unlocked after completing the Trailblaze Mission "Hero, Sing That Anthem of Creation"
The god who wielded the Lightning Spear fell into madness. In the battle named Strife, the man and his comrade gave the mad god the final release.
In the debate where the Coreflame of Reason was contested, the man faced down his old mentor and witnessed a brutal execution.
On the battlefield of the Sky, he crossed the rainbow bridge, piercing the gloom with the burning light of the sun, lighting the perilous road ahead.
"Deliverer, lead us forward."
Hearing those words of relief from the weaver, he felt only a bitter ache, a worry he refused to show in front of the crowd.
The crown prince of Kremnos, scarred by a thousand deaths, entrusted his people to him.
"Don't worry. I'll look after them for you."
The seer, her body split into countless pieces, faded away, and he took up the oath she had sworn before her journey.
"Miss Tribbie, I will live to see that morrow filled with the radiance of stars..."
The scholar raced toward death in search of truth. The Holy Maiden embraced her lonely fate.
"In the next life, truth will be revealed, and life and death will find their rightful place."
The weaver found eternal rest in a golden bath. The fleet-footed rogue stopped in regret. The healer who once roamed the skies would never again return to the earth.
"With my body as kindling, I will become the blaze that lights the new world."
The man could not shed tears, but used these searing pains to carve such memories into his mind.
Bearing the hopes of all people, he staggered toward the mountain peak where the morning sun rises.
He believed that, one day, the dawn would break through the endless night of Amphoreus.
"But should dawn have never existed..."
He had asked himself that question thousands of times.
Now, heading toward the blazing, merciless end, he carved the final mark of "Phainon"—
"Then let my fury consume me and turn myself into tomorrow's burning sun!"
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>>> Call Log
[597 th Computation]
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Request: "Become the one who answers the world's hopes, carrying the wishes of all."
Response: "A solitary soul."
Progress:0.096%
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[8128 th Computation]
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Request: "Even if all you have is the roughest iron, use it to defend our home!"
Response: "An insignificant scar."
Progress:1.34%
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[16256 th Computation]
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Request: "Chrysos Heirs are all in place. The Flame-Chase Journey begins."
Response: "An endless cycle."
Progress:2.89%
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[496000 th Computation]
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Request: "Begin Era Nova and greet Amphoreus's new dawn."
Response: "A ▇▇▇▇ futile ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇."
Progress:32.47%
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[33550337 th Computation]
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Request: "▇▇▇▇Remember▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇Carry▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇New World▇▇▇▇"
Response: "▇▇▇▇Burn▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ to ashes▇▇▇▇▇▇"
Progress:99.81%
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>>> Warning: Progress cannot be updated
In the debate where the Coreflame of Reason was contested, the man faced down his old mentor and witnessed a brutal execution.
On the battlefield of the Sky, he crossed the rainbow bridge, piercing the gloom with the burning light of the sun, lighting the perilous road ahead.
"Deliverer, lead us forward."
Hearing those words of relief from the weaver, he felt only a bitter ache, a worry he refused to show in front of the crowd.
The crown prince of Kremnos, scarred by a thousand deaths, entrusted his people to him.
"Don't worry. I'll look after them for you."
The seer, her body split into countless pieces, faded away, and he took up the oath she had sworn before her journey.
"Miss Tribbie, I will live to see that morrow filled with the radiance of stars..."
The scholar raced toward death in search of truth. The Holy Maiden embraced her lonely fate.
"In the next life, truth will be revealed, and life and death will find their rightful place."
The weaver found eternal rest in a golden bath. The fleet-footed rogue stopped in regret. The healer who once roamed the skies would never again return to the earth.
"With my body as kindling, I will become the blaze that lights the new world."
The man could not shed tears, but used these searing pains to carve such memories into his mind.
Bearing the hopes of all people, he staggered toward the mountain peak where the morning sun rises.
He believed that, one day, the dawn would break through the endless night of Amphoreus.
"But should dawn have never existed..."
He had asked himself that question thousands of times.
Now, heading toward the blazing, merciless end, he carved the final mark of "Phainon"—
"Then let my fury consume me and turn myself into tomorrow's burning sun!"
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>>> Call Log
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Request: "Become the one who answers the world's hopes, carrying the wishes of all."
Response: "A solitary soul."
Progress:
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Request: "Even if all you have is the roughest iron, use it to defend our home!"
Response: "An insignificant scar."
Progress:
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Request: "Chrysos Heirs are all in place. The Flame-Chase Journey begins."
Response: "An endless cycle."
Progress:
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Request: "Begin Era Nova and greet Amphoreus's new dawn."
Response: "A ▇▇▇▇ futile ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇."
Progress:
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Request: "▇▇▇▇Remember▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇Carry▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇New World▇▇▇▇"
Response: "▇▇▇▇Burn▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ to ashes▇▇▇▇▇▇"
Progress:
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>>> Warning: Progress cannot be updated
Unlocked after completing the Trailblaze Mission "Hero, Sing That Anthem of Creation"
As he had countless times before, he once again saw it through the blaze —
Morning light pouring over the wheat fields of Aedes Elysiae, bathing the village in a golden glow.
"Feels like... I've had this dream a thousand times before..."
The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes as he woke beneath the tree.
In the dream, the sun fell from the sky, the statue of a hero crumbling, melting, shattering, consuming the world in flames.
In the dead silence, a familiar figure, charred and broken, trudged alone into the endless darkness.
"That figure burned itself away... and everything else around it too..."
The boy stared blankly at the unfinished wooden carving. The searing anger and deep self-loathing from the dream still echoed through his heart.
"Maybe that broken world... is calling out for a hero..."
"What will the future look like?"
Lying back on the soft, golden straw, the boy pictured an epic tale unfolding before his eyes.
"Maybe the hero will roam the world, righting wrongs, solving impossible problems, yet leaving no name behind..."
"Carrying a mysterious past, defying a cruel fate, and vanquishing fearsome enemies."
"When the world teeters on the brink, they'll honor their vow with a heart pure and true — wherever they go, peace and prosperity will follow..."
"Even if they fall a hundred times, a thousand times, a million times... A hero can be destroyed, but never defeated..."
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If nothing had changed...
The days at Aedes Elysiae would have continued to drift by quietly, just as they always had.
That tiny ember had already been planted deep in his heart at the start of his journey.
When the boy grew into a young man, when he once again stood at the ferry, setting out toward distant lands...
He would rush toward the future, forgetting the broken dreams he left behind.
He wouldn't realize how long and arduous the road ahead would be — not until he had used himself as the kindling to feed a futile flame.
Only when he reached the end would he learn how far he had come.
One last time, he would remember that morning when the sun first rose and who he was when he carved the first shape of his ideals. In the years to come, he would give that person a new name: "Deliverer."
And as for his own name, it would slowly scatter and fade from memory.
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>>> WARNING!
>>> WARNING!
>>> WARNING!
Error 7: Undefined object "Trailblazer" called
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Error12 : Unhandled type conversion
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Error99 : Invalid conditional statement
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>>>33,550,337 th Calculation terminated
>>> Irontomb progress:96.75%
Morning light pouring over the wheat fields of Aedes Elysiae, bathing the village in a golden glow.
"Feels like... I've had this dream a thousand times before..."
The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes as he woke beneath the tree.
In the dream, the sun fell from the sky, the statue of a hero crumbling, melting, shattering, consuming the world in flames.
In the dead silence, a familiar figure, charred and broken, trudged alone into the endless darkness.
"That figure burned itself away... and everything else around it too..."
The boy stared blankly at the unfinished wooden carving. The searing anger and deep self-loathing from the dream still echoed through his heart.
"Maybe that broken world... is calling out for a hero..."
"What will the future look like?"
Lying back on the soft, golden straw, the boy pictured an epic tale unfolding before his eyes.
"Maybe the hero will roam the world, righting wrongs, solving impossible problems, yet leaving no name behind..."
"Carrying a mysterious past, defying a cruel fate, and vanquishing fearsome enemies."
"When the world teeters on the brink, they'll honor their vow with a heart pure and true — wherever they go, peace and prosperity will follow..."
"Even if they fall a hundred times, a thousand times, a million times... A hero can be destroyed, but never defeated..."
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If nothing had changed...
The days at Aedes Elysiae would have continued to drift by quietly, just as they always had.
That tiny ember had already been planted deep in his heart at the start of his journey.
When the boy grew into a young man, when he once again stood at the ferry, setting out toward distant lands...
He would rush toward the future, forgetting the broken dreams he left behind.
He wouldn't realize how long and arduous the road ahead would be — not until he had used himself as the kindling to feed a futile flame.
Only when he reached the end would he learn how far he had come.
One last time, he would remember that morning when the sun first rose and who he was when he carved the first shape of his ideals. In the years to come, he would give that person a new name: "Deliverer."
And as for his own name, it would slowly scatter and fade from memory.
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>>> WARNING!
>>> WARNING!
>>> WARNING!
Error 7: Undefined object "Trailblazer" called
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