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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Error 12: Unhandled type conversion
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Error 99: Invalid conditional statement
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>>> 33,550,337th Calculation terminated
>>> Irontomb progress: 99.81%