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“Hmm… what story shall I read to you this time…”

“A tale of doomed lovers destined to burn out together or a friendly rivalry between friends that eventually end up on opposing sides…"

“Oh I know! I will tell you a story about love. And that love was present the moment I came into this life.”

“The birth of Cyrene… or should I say… █████.”

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November 11

“Aaaaahhh…” Cyrene yawns as she stirs awake, her voice echoing faintly in the quiet room. She stretches her arms out, reaching toward the ceiling. She blinks sleepily, pushing a strand of pink hair from her face.

“Where am I?” She murmurs, glancing around the unfamiliar room. “This isn’t Aedes Elysiae… Am I still in Amphoreus?”

She sinks back into the bed for a moment, burying her face in the pillow. “Mmm… this bed is so comfy, and it smells… like him…”

With a soft sigh, Cyrene slips out of bed and pads around the room. She wanders toward the shelves lined with books, trinkets, and… “Is that a bunny plushie?” She says aloud, giggling as she picks it up. “Oh! Didn’t Caelus talk about having a cute little rabbit as their conductor?” Her eyes widen suddenly. “Wait… am I on the Astral Express?!”

Right on cue, the door slides open. Caelus steps in, holding a beautiful white gown draped over his arms.

“You’re finally awake.” He says with a grin.

“AHHHH!” Cyrene spins around, clutching her chest. “Didn’t anyone teach you to knock before entering? You almost scared me to death!”

Caelus rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Oops. My bad. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Cyrene sighs, crossing her arms but unable to hide a smile. “It’s fine. So… am I really on the Astral Express? It’s even more amazing than I dreamed! Nothing like those toy trains Phainon used to play with when we were kids.”

Caelus chuckles, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Yep, pretty cool, right? Though I don’t think toy trains come with interdimensional engines.”

Cyrene laughs softly, her curiosity shifting to concern. “But… how did I even get here? And where are the others?”

Caelus tilts his head. “You don’t remember? After defeating Irontomb, we saved Amphoreus. Everyone became real, and joined the Astral Express, just like they always hoped. A beautiful end to one story, and the start of another. Exactly what you wanted.”

Cyrene blinks, lips parting in disbelief. “We… won?” Her voice trembling with both hope and fear, as though saying it aloud might shatter the dream.

Caelus nods. “Mhm. And now it’s time to celebrate! Everyone’s waiting for you.”

“C–celebrate? What for?”

Caelus only winks mischievously. “You’ll see. But first wear this.” He hands her the gown.

Cyrene’s eyes widen as the fabric catches the light, the smooth, silvery-white with threads shimmers like stardust. “Is this… a custom-tailored gown made by Aglaea herself?!”

“Yup,” Caelus says, grinning. “Wasn’t it on your to-do list to own something made by her? When she found out, she insisted on making one right away. Said the hero who saved Amphoreus deserves nothing less.”

Cyrene twirls in delight, clutching the gown to her chest. “Eeeek! I can’t believe this is real!” She stops, her voice softening. “But… I couldn’t have done this alone.” She places a hand over her heart. “We’re all the heroes who saved Amphoreus. Every one of us. We wouldn’t have won without everyone’s effort throughout the thirty million cycles of endless extrapolation. And I wouldn’t be here… without you.”

Caelus smiles warmly. “You’re right. It was everyone’s victory. And that’s exactly why we’re celebrating. Now hurry, everyone’s waiting in the party car.”

“Right! Wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting.” She glances down at the gown once more, running her fingers along the delicate stitching. “Just give me a minute!”

A few moments later, the bathroom door creaks open. Cyrene steps out in a breathtaking gown of shimmering white and rose-pink hues. The bodice sparkles with tiny crystals, and ruffled layers cascades down like waves of starlight, and roses blooming across the gown in gentle shades of blush and white.

She gives a playful twirl, her skirt fluttering around her ankles. “So? What do you think? Aren’t I a cute pink girl now?”

Caelus stares, momentarily speechless. A faint blush creeps up his cheeks before he clears his throat. “Yes,” he says with a small smile, “the cutest. Now…” he pauses, his eyes twinkling mischievously, “it’s time to fulfil the other half of that wish.”

“Huh?” Cyrene blinks, puzzled.

Caelus steps forward, gently taking her hand. “You said you wanted to wear it to a romantic ball. Or in this case… a party. Come on!”

Before she can respond, Caelus is already leading her down the gleaming corridors of the Astral Express. The rhythmic hum of the train fills the silence as Cyrene gazes around, her eyes wide with wonder.

Eventually, they stop in front of a door adorned with pink ribbons.

“We’re here.” Caelus says, glancing at her with a grin. “Ready?”

Cyrene nods, excitement bubbling up in her chest. “Yes!”

“Alright then… three… two… one…”

The doors slides open.

“Happy birthday, Cyrene!”

Confetti burst through the air from Tribios’ rocket launcher. Cyrene freezes, eyes wide in disbelief. The entire car was draped in streamers of gold and rose. Crystal lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting soft hues of pink and white light. Every one of her friends was dressed in garments designed by Aglaea, each piece radiating their unique essence.

“It’s… my birthday?”

Phainon chuckles, his voice warm. “Oh, Cyrene. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your own birthday after thirty million cycles.”

Cerydra steps forward, regal as ever. “As Imperator, I decree that everyone shall feast to their heart’s content on this most glorious day. No need for pleasantries, just indulge and rejoice. We have earned this. After all—” she smirks faintly, “—without me, there is no world. Go forth, think, observe… and conquer.”

Cyrene bows gracefully, a smile tugging at her lips. “Thank you for your kind hospitality, Great Imperator. Your generosity shall not be forgotten. The stars shall sing of the Imperator's great journey.”

Cerydra smiles, chin lifting proudly. “As it should.”

Cipher rubs her hands together gleefully. “Feast till our hearts are full? Now that’s what I like to hear. Don’t mind if I do!”

Tribios laughs, shaking her head. “Oh, Ciphy… you really haven’t changed at all, have you?”

Cipher turns with a grin, her tail flicking playfully. “Hey, who am I to pass up free food? It’s not every day the Imperator herself offers up the best dishes I can get my paws on! As I always say, don't be afraid to fall: just run! Destiny's just a slow-moving nymph. It can't catch you!" 

Cyrene giggles softly, eyes shining. “Homeward you come, distant wind. Don’t let anyone chain you down, Cipher. Your free spirit is exactly what we need.”

Cipher winks. “You got it, birthday girl.”

Laughter ripples through the car until a calm voice cut through the music. Hysilens raises a crystal glass filled with golden ambrosia.

“A toast to the pink sea hare. Life is like the ocean: Tides rise and fall, and everything eventually dissolves into the waves. So, sing your heart out in every moment of your existence.”

Cyrene blinks, surprised, then lifted her own glass with both hands. “Ahem…” She clears her throat softly. “I’d like to make a toast, too.”

All eyes turns to her as she takes a deep breath. “To everyone here today. Without all your efforts, we wouldn’t have made it this far. So let’s enjoy ourselves and unwind, just like how it should’ve been, all those cycles ago.”

Her gaze sweeps across the room, resting on each of her friends. “This is your chance to live the life you always wanted. Don’t leave behind any regrets. Strive for the love and dreams you’ve always yearned for.” She raises her glass higher, her smile glowing like dawn. “May the next feast be eternal!”

“Cheers!”

The room erupts with laughter and clinking glass. The crystalline sound filled the air as everyone drinks the divine ambrosia. 

Hysilens let out a content sigh, eyes half-lidded. “Very well said, little pink sea hare.” She says, smiling faintly over the rim of her glass. “I look forward to our next feast.”

As Cyrene lowers her drink, Aglaea approaches, the hem of her golden gown whispering against the floor. She circles Cyrene with a keen, approving gaze, her hands gently brushing the fabric of the ruffled gown.

“You look absolutely stunning.” Aglaea murmured, satisfaction in her voice. “Just as I knew you would.”

Cyrene twirls slightly, laughing. “Oh, it’s mostly your talented weaving. I’m just the lucky one who gets to wear it.”

Aglaea’s eyes softens. “Trust and selflessness are the two most beautiful garments in the world: one to gift others, one to adorn yourself. The wearer holds just as much value as the tailor. And I don’t just let anyone wear my creations.”

Cyrene’s smile grows tender. “Thank you for your hard work all this while.”

Aglaea places a graceful hand on her shoulder. “It wasn’t just me, dear. It was all of us. Together, our threads intertwined, and now, they’ve finally borne the fruits of success.”

Before Cyrene can reply, a familiar voice chimes in from nearby. Anaxa swirls his wine glass idly. “On this fine day, I find myself agreeing with Lady Goldweaver’s sentiment. Truth is a solvent that dissolves all things in the world, and thus cannot objectively exist.' I have a brilliant proof for this in mind, but since we're nearing the end of the story, I shall not elaborate. I shall call this, Anaxagoras's Last Theorem.”

Cyrene giggles, arching an eyebrow. “Oh? You and Aglaea agreeing on something? That’s not something you see every day. I wonder why.” She leans forward playfully. “The seeds you’ve sown are already sprouting. Now I’m really getting curious.”

Anaxa looks away, his composure cracking for just a moment. A faint blush colours his cheeks. “Nothing worth looking into.” He says quickly. “Let’s just say… we resonated with each other’s ‘hearts’.”

Aglaea’s gaze flicks toward him briefly, warmth crossing her normally composed features. Cyrene notices and covers her mouth, hiding a smile.

As the laughter and chatter begins to soften, Castorice steps forward from the crowd. In her hands, she holds a beautifully bound purple book, its cover embossed with silver filigree and a delicate butterfly resting in the center.

Castorice offers it forward with both hands. “If your heart still has room to spare, share a bit of gentleness and softly cherish all the beautiful things around you.”

Her fingers brushes the cover lovingly before she continues, a small, shy smile forming on her lips. “I’d like you to have this. It’s a signed copy of my book. I heard you’ve read all of them before. I… I never knew my writing could have such a loyal reader. Honestly, I’m flattered. It was just a hobby, something to fill the silence when I couldn’t be around others. My death powers… didn’t exactly make social interaction easy… but knowing you liked my stories makes me really happy.”

Cyrene’s eyes widens, her heart softening. “The place you reside is the gentle sea of flowers. We will always be by your side and support you. You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

“That’s right!” Tribios exclaims, grinning from ear to ear. “You don’t have your death touch anymore, which means…”

She pauses dramatically, spreading her arms wide.

“Group hug!”

Before anyone can react, she lunges forward, wrapping Castorice and Cyrene both into her arms. Cipher joins in immediately, followed by Hyacine, Caelus, Hysilens, and the rest, until everyone is huddled together in a warm, chaotic embrace. 

“T-thank you, everyone…” Castorice whispers, her voice breaking as she clings onto them. Tears sparkle at the corners of her eyes. “To be able to… embrace you all… my wish has been fulfilled.”

When they finally pull away, Hyacine brushes a tear from Castorice’s cheek and smiles. “Oh, Cassie… maybe now you should go out more.” She says kindly. “Look up at the sky more often and smile more. Many stubborn ailments fear optimism, but it's the best medicine!”

Cyrene giggles softly. “It’s you who healed the sky after all, Hyacine. That warm sunshine out there, it’s just as bright as your smile.”

Hyacine presses a hand over her heart, touched. “That’s my job as a healer of the Twilight Courtyard, to soothe any ailment that troubles you.”

Tribios, still half-hugging Cipher, raises her voice cheerfully. “But whether it’s a sunny day or a rainy one, remember to tell yourself before you drift off to sleep: ‘See you tomorrow!’”

Cyrene’s eyes glistens as she looks  around the group—their smiles, their laughter, the bonds forged through endless cycles of pain and hope. Her voice comes out quiet but steady, carrying the weight of all those lives lived and lost.

“From now on, no more goodbyes. No more death and strife. Just… freedom.” Cyrene closes her eyes and breathes deeply, the warmth of the moment wrapping around her like dawn breaking through endless night. “At long last.”

A slow clap echoes through the car. Mydei steps forward, his cloak trailing behind him. His eyes gleaming with pride.

“Kill the play, and games shall be born. Kill the strife, and glory shall descend.” He declares. “May this victory be everlasting as the sun!”

Cyrene smiles and turns toward him. “Mydeimos, become king. You'll protect us if anything bad happens again right?”

Mydei places a fist over his chest and bows slightly, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “Of course.” He says solemnly. “When that day comes, I shall once more become your steadfast support. That's a promise I won't back down from.”

Phainon speaks up next, he rests a hand lightly over his heart, his tone filled with quiet strength. “A hero is living in everyone's heart. Embrace it, and chase after the Sun. We don’t need to rely only on Mydeimos. We are all heroes, and we’ll protect the world we love so dearly.”

Cyrene turns toward the window, where the stars shimmers faintly beyond the glass. The light of Amphoreus’ dawn paints the horizon in gold. “Did you see? Amphoreus has ushered in the dawn… just as we dreamed when this all began. And we’ll usher in many more dawns after.”

She turns back to her friends, her smile radiant. “For this story has finally turned its next page.”

Suddenly, a cheerful voice rings from the corridor.

“Hey! Don’t forget about us!”

The doors slides open, and March bounces in, her eyes sparkling as always, Dan Heng following beside her with his calm composure. 

“March! Dan Heng!” Caelus exclaims, rushing over. “You’re here!”

Dan Heng gives a small nod, his gaze sweeping the group before he speaks, his words as thoughtful as ever. “The pen will eventually break, the ink will run dry, and life will ultimately fade, but thoughts will permanently remain in sagas.”

Cyrene’s heart swells as she meets his gaze. She extends her hand toward him and the others. “Then let’s walk towards tomorrow together! Blazing a trail across the true starry skies.”

March clasps her hands together with a bright grin. “If time is an endless cycle, then forget the bitterness that keeps repeating, and remember only the moments of happiness!”

“For we were never apart.” Cyrene whispers, voice full of warmth.

Everyone gathers closer, their hands joining in a shared circle beneath the glow of the Express’s starlight.

“And together…” Cyrene raises her voice, her heart echoing through every word.

“We shall become the epic known as As I’ve Written.”

The words hung in the air like a promise, a final line written in the stars themselves. Outside the windows, the cosmos stretched endlessly, the Astral Express blazing forward into a horizon painted with light.

The dawn had come.

And this time, it would never fade.

A small silence follows, until Cipher broke it, flicking her tail lazily with an amused grin tugging at her lips.

“This is sweet and all,” she drawls, “but… is it a good time?”

Aglaea turns toward her letting out a small sigh. “Patience, Cifera. All in due time.”

Phainon chuckles, swirling the last of his drink before setting it down. “Speaking of which,” he says, nodding toward the far side of the car, “here comes Mydei with the cake.”

Everyone turns as Mydei emerged from the kitchen car, carefully balancing a magnificent four-tier cake in his arms. The cake was a masterpiece: pristine white with delicate ruffle piping curling around the tiers like clouds, roses sculpted from frosting, and tiny rainbow-hued crystals that glimmers like fragments of starlight.

Cipher’s eyes goes wide. “Now that’s what I call a cake!”

Tribios lets out an exaggerated gasp. “It’s hugeeeeee!” She shouts, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Anaxa peers at the structure, studying the masterpiece critically. “The foundational structure is sound.” He observes. “Perfectly balanced tiers, seamless layering. As expected from a fine chef like Mydeimos.”

Cerydra raises her goblet with regal approval. “This is a cake fitting for a grand birthday celebration.” She says proudly, her tone carrying both authority and warmth.

Hysilens nods. smiling softly. “Agreed. You’ve outdone yourself, little lionfish.”

Castorice leans forward, eyes shimmering curiously. “Ooooh, what are the flavors?”

Mydei sets the cake gently on the table before Cyrene, straightening his coat with quiet pride. “Each layer represents one of the Titans. Matcha and white chocolate for the Creation Titans, dark chocolate with blackberry ganache for the Calamity Titans, saffron-vanilla bean with caramel drizzle for the Fate Titans, and butter pecan with sea-salt caramel for the Foundation Titans.”

A collective murmur of admiration rises around the room.

Hyacine clasp her hands together, smiling widely. “Mmm… sounds delicious!”

Dan Heng steps forward, picking up a small candle lighter. He strikes it once. Carefully, he lights each candle one by one, the warm orange glow reflecting in everyone’s eyes. “Time for March’s favourite part.”

March’s eyes lights up. “Singing!” She exclaims, bouncing on her toes.

Caelus laughs. “Of course you’d say that.”

Everyone gathers around Cyrene, forming a loose circle. The gentle hum of the train faded into the background as the soft glow of candlelight bathes them all in a warm halo.

Cipher claps her hands to set the rhythm. Tribios joins in, followed by Hyacine’s cheerful humming, and soon everyone’s voices rises together in harmony.

“Happy birthday to you…”

“Happy birthday to you…”

“Happy birthday dear Cyrene…”

“Happy birthday to you!”

Applause and laughter fills the air as the final note fades. The candle flames flickers, reflecting in Cyrene’s eyes like tiny stars.

Caelus leans forward with a small, warm smile. “Go on… Make a wish.”

Cyrene clasps her hands together, eyelashes fluttering close. The soft glow of the candles bathes her in gold as everyone waits in anticipation.

“I wish,” she whispers, “for this to be a romantic story like none that has come before.”

Then, with a gentle breath, she blows out the candles, the smoke curling into the air.

“Cake time!” Cipher cheers, already bouncing on her heels as she grabs for the knife.

“Not so fast.” Mydei says smoothly, intercepting it before she can plunge it into the cake. He cuts a neat slice and hands it to Cyrene. “The birthday girl should get the first slice, don’t you agree?”

Cipher puffs her cheeks and crosses her arms dramatically. “You’re no fun.”

Cyrene giggles, and passes the plate toward Cipher. “Here, you can have it. I know you’ve been waiting patiently for a very long time.”

Cipher blinks, caught off guard for a moment before grinning from ear to ear. “Thanks, Cyrene! You’re the best!” And in true Cipher fashion, she skips away joyfully, already nibbling the frosting.

Aglaea sighs quietly, hands on her hips, though the fond softness in her eyes betrays her scolding tone. “You spoil her too much.”

Cerydra, lounging elegantly with a glass of wine in hand, smirks. “As if you don’t do the same, Dux Goldweaver.”

Aglaea arches an eyebrow but smiles. “That’s true. I just can’t help it.” She brushes a stray lock of gold hair from her shoulder. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go work on a few design ideas while the mood still lingers.”

Tribios shakes her head disapprovingly. “Oh Agy, we just came back from a life-and-death ordeal, and you’re already thinking about work? You should relax for once!”

Castorice nods in agreement. Lady Tribios is right. Besides, there is no Holy City for you to manage anymore.”

Aglaea exhales softly, her gaze turning wistful. “I suppose I’m just… restless. After spending millennia working tirelessly, it’s hard to stop.” Then, a faint smile tugs at her lips. “Though… a nice bath would be lovely.”

Hyacine giggles behind her sleeve. “Lady Aglaea just can't give up her favourite hobby, can she?”

Before anyone can stop her, Aglaea drifts to a quieter corner of the car. She sits gracefully, pulling out her gold sketchbook and a green mechanical pencil, and begins to draw. Slow, steady lines gliding across paper, like a language of their own.

Castorice watches from afar, chin resting on her palm. “I could watch Lady Aglaea sketch for hours. There’s something so… tranquil about it. The way she moves, it’s so mesmerising.”

Hysilens chuckles, swirling the wine in her glass. “You should’ve seen her early sketches, before she perfected her own style.”

Cerydra leans back thoughtfully. “I remember. They were less clean and structured back then, it was more wild, more sketchy. It felt free. Like her youthful innocence and naivety.”

Hyacine tilts her head. “So her current style reflects her desire for control?”

“Perhaps.” Hysilens says, sipping her drink. “People change, and so do the ways they express themselves. Her art simply grew alongside her.”

Cerydra’s eyes gleams as she sets down her glass. “Speaking of control, I suddenly have the urge to play some chess. Care to join me, Dux Gladiorum?”

“Of course.”

Cerydra’s lips curls into a smirk as they both move to a nearby table. 

March skips over, humming happily, her eyes sparkling like she just had the world’s greatest idea. She slides up beside Castorice and Hyacine, hands on her hips.

“Hey! Does anyone want to dress up Pom-Pom?” She grins with enthusiasm.

“I don’t think the conductor would like that very much.”  Dan Heng comments, a faint crease forms between his brows, already imagining the chaos to come.

March waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry Dan Heng, I got this!” She gives a confident thumbs-up.

Castorice tilts her head curiously. “I would like to see what this conductor looks like. Caelus has spoken of them quite fondly.”

“And Little Ica could use a friend!” Hyacine adds brightly.

Little Ica, perched on Hyacine’s arm, chimes in with a cheerful “Doot-doot!”

Hyacine laughs, stroking its head. “Yes, yes, you want to meet the adorable conductor too, don’t you?”

March claps her hands together. “Great! Come on!” Without warning she grabs both Castorice and Hyacine by the wrists and cheerfully drags them away in a pink blur of enthusiasm.

Dan Heng pinches the bridge of his nose. “I hope she doesn’t get them in trouble.”

Caelus shrugs with a half-smile, watching March disappear with her victims. “I’m sure they’ll be fine. Probably.”

Dan Heng glances across the room just in time to see Mydei serving Anaxa a cake slice significantly larger than what he could probably consume.

“You must be Professor Anaxagoras.” Dan Heng says politely, stepping over. “Hyacine has spoken highly of you. If you’re interested, I could show you the archival records of the worlds we’ve visited. The historical data alone could be valuable to someone of your academic inclination.”

Anaxa turns towards him, adjusting his grip around the plate. “That's a very generous offer, but…” His gaze drifts to the secluded corner where Aglaea was sketching. He sighs softly. “I unfortunately must decline. I would rather spend what time I have with my fellow Chrysos Heirs, if you understand.”

Dan Heng nods understandingly. “Of course. Celebration should come first. The archives will still be there tomorrow.”

Caelus, meanwhile, leaned sideways with a playful smile, eyeing the enormous slice Anaxa was holding. “Is that the saffron vanilla bean tier? I thought you’d preferred the matcha and white chocolate one.”

Anaxa stiffens slightly, clearing his throat. “My culinary preferences are none of your concern. I am simply… trying a different flavour. That is all.”

Tribios raises her eyebrows, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “And it just so happens that Agy likes saffron?”

Anaxa’s ears turns faintly pink. “I will be going now.” He promptly walks off toward Aglaea.

Tribios snickers behind her hand, shoulders shaking as she tries and fails to contain her delight. Caelus and Dan Heng exchange an amused look.

Tribios places a hand over her heart and sighs theatrically. “Awww, Naxy’s finally getting along with Agy. I can rest in peace now, knowing that Agy has someone to care for her.”

Cyrene laughs into her glass. “I didn’t know you were such a matchmaker, Tribios.”

Tribios immediately plants her fists on her hips, chin tilting upward with pride. “I can be very romantic too, you know! I learned a thing or two about weaving the tapestries of fate from Agy. I’m sure theirs is full of love.” She begins tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Ooo, I might get a child to play with soon!”

“Umm… let’s not go that far.” Dan Heng comments.

Caelus nods quickly. “Yeah… how about we start with small steps? Like a conversation first.”

Tribios tosses her hair over her shoulder. “We’ll see about that.” Then she whirls back toward Dan Heng. “Well! Since Naxy doesn’t want to see the archives, I’ll go with you instead, Dannie!”

Dan Heng blinks. “Oh? You’re interested, Lady Tribios?”

Tribios nods fervently, her hair swaying with the movement. “As the holy maiden of Janusopolis and Messenger of Fate, it is only proper that I be knowledgeable about other planets as well.”

Dan Heng inclines his head, accepting her reasoning. “Very well. Follow me.”

With a reverent sweep of her gown, Tribios strides off after him as they walk towards the archives.

Phainon strolls up to Mydei, who was wiping the last crumbs of frosting off the silver knife. “Hey, you done handing out all the cake?”

Mydei sets the blade down with meticulous precision. “Yes. Why?”

“Great! Then why don’t we have a little competition?”

Mydei sighs, though a faint smile tugs the corner of his mouth. “Even after all this time, you’re still obsessed with competing with me.”

Phainon leans forward, elbow on the table. “We still have a score to settle. So, you in?”

Mydei straightens, his eyes sharpening. “There is no word for ‘flee’ in the Kremnoan language. You’re on.”

Phainon pumps a fist. “Perfect. Then let’s see how many glasses of ambrosia we can drink before getting drunk.”

Mydei rolls up his sleeves. “Give up now. I’ve been training for this since I was born.”

“Confident, I see. Then let’s find out if you’re as good as you claim.”

The two warriors strides toward the drink bar like gladiators entering the arena, the sound of clinking bottles following them.

With most of the group drifting into their own moments, Caelus leans back beside Cyrene, arms crossing loosely.

“Well,” he says, settling his hands behind his head, “everyone went their separate ways. Anything you want to do?”

Cyrene taps her chin thoughtfully before smiling, eyes drifting over the room with warmth. “I think I’ll do what I do best, observe the unfolding romances and write them down, so these moments live forever.”

“Then allow me to be your company.”

Cyrene giggles and gently pushes a slice of cake across the table toward him. “Cake and company go best together.”

Caelus takes a forkful, eyes widening in delight. “Agreed. Mmm… this is some good cake.”

“Right? Mydei really is such a talented chef.”

The two sits together at the edge of the celebration. The hum of laughter, music, and clinking glasses surrounding them like the warm glow of a beautiful future long overdue.

Aglaea frowns, tapping her pencil rhythmically against her chin as she stares down at her sketch. The lines didn't match what she pictured in her mind, and her brows knits together in growing dissatisfaction.

“This doesn't look right…” She exhales softly, leaning closer to try and adjust a few strokes.

Quiet footsteps approaches, accompanied by the faint clink of porcelain. Anaxa stops beside her and lowers his body, seating himself next to her. He sets the plate down without a word, the fragrant saffron aroma drifting toward her.

Aglaea turns her head and blinks in surprise. “Oh, Anaxagoras. What brings you here? Shouldn't you be doing something better than interacting with me willingly?”

Anaxa’s lips curves ever so slightly. “And let you spend the rest of the evening alone? That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly, now would it?” He rests his elbow on the back of the bench, posture relaxed.

Aglaea parts her lips to respond, but no words came out. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t have a quick retort.

Before she can recollect herself, Anaxa scoops a piece of cake and holds the fork up. “You still like saffron, right?” Without waiting, he gently feeds her the bite.

Aglaea freezes, a deep warmth rising in her chest. “Yeah… you remembered…” Her eyes softens, her lashes fluttering down for a moment as she savours more than just the flavour.

Anaxa chuckles under his breath. “Of course I do. Even if we bickered for thirty million cycles, I still remembered every word you said.”

Aglaea stares at him quietly before speaking. “It’s nice to see you… to finally see you with my own human eyes. I… I never thought I’d get my sight back.” She exhales, placing the pencil down and tracing her fingers over the table surface. “What a nice surprise. Though now I have to relearn how to read subtle facial details… what an inconvenience. Now how will I know if you’re lying or not?”
She tries to sound annoyed, but her voice trembles at the edges.

Anaxa leans slightly forward, voice low and sincere. “You don’t have to. I promise I won’t lie to you.” He holds her gaze. “And you know that’s not a lie.”

Aglaea studies him carefully, scanning his expression, the slight rise of his eyebrows, the warm way he looks at her. “You’re either a skilled performer or you’re telling the truth.”

Anaxa smirks faintly. “Why not both?”

Aglaea rolls her eyes. “Fine… I trust you… for now.”

“For now?” He quirks a brow, and then abruptly shoves a large forkful of cake straight into her mouth.

Aglaea muffles a startled noise as frosting smears over her lips and cheeks. “Hey!” She chews slowly, turning her body away as she covers her mouth, ears burning.

Anaxa reaches out, gently guiding her shoulders so she faces him again. “You look adorable when you’re flustered. No need to act all dignified and sophisticated around me. This version of you is far better.”

Then, without hesitation, he leans in and licks the frosting from her lip.

Aglaea curls forward, flustered, and grabs a napkin. “And this is why I said ‘for now.’ That was so rude of you!”

Anaxa rests his cheek on his palm, eyes sparkling with mischief. “But it was good, no?”

She dabs her face clean, exhaling. “The flavor was exquisite to say the least, but I can feed myself, you know.”

Anaxa lifts his shoulders in a satisfied shrug. “Yes, but it’s far more enjoyable feeding you.”

Aglaea narrows her eyes. “Oh really now?” She snatches the fork and, with zero hesitation, shoves a large piece into his mouth.

“MMFF—Aakkk!” Anaxa sputters, nearly choking as he tries to chew the oversized bite while maintaining some level of dignity.

Aglaea crosses her arms and smirks smugly. “Mmm yes… very enjoyable indeed. I’m thoroughly humoured.”

Anaxa coughs once, regaining his composure. “I suppose I practically asked for that.”

Aglaea’s expression finally softens, the tension easing from her shoulders. “Thank you. For helping me enjoy the party. I was just a bit overwhelmed by my new vision.” Her fingers traces the edge of the sketchbook. “It’s so strange yet fascinating.” 

Anaxa shifts closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in a comforting embrace. “No problem. I could tell you were tense. But you’ll get used to it.”

Aglaea melts into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “This warmth… feels oddly familiar… like…”

“When we resonated our coreflames. So warm and bright. Just like our love for each other.” Anaxa finishes, his voice reverent.

Aglaea closes her eyes, the fondness in her voice undeniable. “I love you, Anaxagoras.”

He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, stroking her back gently. “I love you too, Aglaea.”

“Aglaea and Anaxa finally getting along and being romantic with one another...”

“The tale of Romance and Reason blossoms at last. May its harvest be sweet, not a tragedy of bitter ends.”

Cerydra sets her piece down with confident precision. She leans back, arms folded, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Hmph, checkmate. I win again.”

Hysilens gazed at the board, expression calm despite her defeat. She straightens her posture and gave a slow, respectful nod. “Congratulations. That was an intense match.”

Cerydra taps her finger against the table, pleased with herself. “I must commend you. You’ve learned a lot about how to play chess. You’re almost as good as me. Almost.”

Hysilens bows her head. “Thank you for the compliment, Imperator.”

Cerydra’s posture shifts, her cockiness fading into something more thoughtful. “Now… I’d like to ask you a question.” She idly taps a fingernail on the board, a rare sign of hesitation.

Hysilens blinks, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? What is your question?”

“Throughout the thirty million cycles, one thing remained constant, and that was you had to kill me. I want to know how you felt.”

Hysilens draws a slow breath, her hands tightening slightly on her lap. For a moment she struggled for words. “I… to put it simply, it’s like walking through a dark tunnel. And at the end is a bright light, guiding me forward. But when I reached the end, all I found was a small candle flame. A single breath… and the light was extinguished. And I was surrounded by darkness once more. The light that once guided me died by my own hands, and I am left drowning in longing, unsure of my purpose. My whole existence was just to chase that fleeting light.”

The room goes silent save for the hum of machinery outside the window. Cerydra's expression softens, a rare vulnerability crossing her eyes as she listened. She rests a hand over Hysilens’ clenched fists. “I see… I’m glad I was that light that could guide you throughout the whole time we were together. And I apologise for putting you in that position.” She took a deeper breath. “But now… we don’t have to repeat that tragic ending any longer. Now that Amphoreus is saved, we shall conquer the stars together.”

Hysilens rises from her seat with grace and places her hand over her heart, bowing her head deeply. “You will always be my Empress, and I shall always remain your blade.”

Cerydra stands and steps closer. She reaches out, lifting Hysilens’ chin gently, compelling her to meet her gaze directly. “Or… as… friends?”

Hysilens blinks, confusion flickering through her eyes. “F-friends?”

Cerydra steps away, and walks toward the large window overlooking the brilliant expanse of stars scattered across the cosmos. “I’ve been thinking… after spending thirty million cycles together… maybe we should forgo the formalities and address each other more casually. Like how friends would.”

Hysilens follows, her footsteps soundless, stopping just beside her. “I… don’t understand. Why?”

Cerydra lets out a small sigh, placing a hand on the cool window glass. “I don’t want to use you only as a tool for conquest. You have thoughts and feelings, but I feel like I’m the reason you suppress them. So by doing this… I hope to lower that barrier of formality. I want to know you not just as my subject, but as the person who walked through those cycles with me.”

She glances sideways, cheeks faintly pink. “Of course this is only in private. In public, you’ll still call me Imperator. But for now… you can simply call me Cerydra.”

Hysilens parts her lips, her throat tightening with emotion she had bottled for millennia. “Cerydra… you are my light. My fire. I have always buried my feelings deep in my heart but… I fell in love with you the moment you took me in and gave me purpose. Whether conquering the stars or remaining in Amphoreus… as long as I’m by your side, my greatest desire is fulfilled.”

Cerydra blinks, a rare moment where her composure wavered. Then she smiles—a small, heartfelt one very few had ever seen. “I… I’m glad you can finally speak your mind, Hysilens. I’m honored to be that light in your life. And I would like to spend the rest of my life with you as well. No matter where we go, as long as we’re together… we can do anything.”

Hysilens steps closer, leaning in slightly. “May I?”

Cerydra’s cheeks slowly turns red. She looks away sharply, trying to hide her sudden shyness. “If you wish…” 

Hysilens gently kissed her cheek. “We’ll take it slow. I’m sure we’re not the only ones chasing after love tonight.”

Cerydra puffs her cheeks in embarrassment, crossing her arms. “If you’re going to kiss me, you might as well do it properly.”

Hysilens’ mouth curls upward in a rare, playful smile. “Oh? Is that a request from the Great Imperator? Naturally, I shall fulfill it.” She leaned in and kissed Cerydra on the lips. “Better?”

“Y-yes…”

“Seeing the Imperator flustered is quite a sight. Very cute.”

Cerydra’s eyes snaps open, stomping once in protest. “I am not cute!”

Hysilens affectionately pats her head, not the least bit intimidated. “Mhm. Sure you aren’t.”

Cerydra mutters under her breath as she looked away. “Whatever… for a fish you sure know how to kiss an Empress.”

Hysilens tilts her head. “What was that?”

Cerydra straightened immediately. “Nothing!”

Hysilens just laughs, looping an arm around her shoulders as they stand together, gazing out into the stars, a future no longer stained by duty alone.

“Cerydra and Hysilens going beyond an Empress and subject relationship...”

“The story of Law and Ocean shall ripple across the universe. I wonder how the law shall conquer the stars with the ocean’s tides. May victory belong to them both.”

“Pom-Pom!” 

March cups her hands around her mouth and looks around the corridor of the Express. The lights glittered faintly, but the car was suspiciously empty. She frowns. “Ugh, where are they? And wait—where are Himeko, Welt, Sunday, and Black Swan?”

Castorice tilts her head, glancing down the hallway as though expecting someone to materialise out of thin air. “Uh… maybe they’re still in Amphoreus and haven’t boarded the train yet?”

March taps her chin, brows scrunched. “True… but Pom-Pom never leaves the Express. Like, ever.”

Hyacine nervously scanned the shadows, her imagination instantly spiraling. “That’s strange… maybe they were abducted by invisible ghosts.”

March jumps, hugging herself dramatically. “Ah! Don’t scare me! I hope there aren’t any ghosts. Surely ghosts wouldn’t harm cute pink girls, right?”

Castorice places a reassuring hand over March’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Miss March. I’m an expert with the dead.”

March lets out a sigh of relief. Then her eyes suddenly lit up with her usual sparkle. “Well! Since Pom-Pom isn’t here, we can dress up my Pom-Pom doll instead!”

Hyacine clasps her hands excitedly. “Oooh! I love playing dress-up!”

March flings open a drawer, revealing an entire miniature wardrobe of doll clothing. She pulls out a tiny set of blue pajamas with a matching nightcap. “Aren’t these adorable? They’re Pom-Pom’s night clothes!”

Hyacine leans in, eyes sparkling. “That’s so cute!”

Castorice taps her chin thoughtfully. “Mhm… but aren’t we partying? Shouldn’t we choose something more… party fitting?”

March puts a finger to her lips, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then leans in with a whisper. “Don’t tell anyone this, but after everyone finishes having their fun, we’re going to have a sleepover party!”

Hyacine nearly squealed. “A sleepover on the Astral Express?! That’s amazing!”

Castorice tilts her head curiously. “That sounds lovely. I’ve always wondered how you sleep on a train.”

March waves a hand casually. “Don’t worry, it’s just like sleeping in a normal room. We’re using Caelus’ room because it’s the biggest!”

Castorice blinks, then glances down at her violet gown. “Wait… but we don’t have our nightgowns.”

“Maybe Lady Aglaea can weave us some?” Hyacine taps her lip thoughtfully.

March gasps as she suddenly thought of a great idea. “Or you can borrow mine! We’re around the same size, and I have excellent fashion sense.”

Castorice flushes lightly. “O-oh… sure, if you don’t mind.”

March skips to her closet, humming as she digs through clothing. Meanwhile, Castorice and Hyacine sets the Pom-Pom plush on a little chair and starts dressing it carefully.

Hyacine giggles softly as she adjusts the tiny hat. “Awww, it’s adorable!”

Castorice smooths the cloth over the plush with delicate precision. “Yes. Plushies make wonderful sleeping companions. Maybe I should give one to Lady Aglaea, since she struggles to sleep sometimes.”

Hyacine covers her mouth to stifle a laugh. “No wonder Professor Anaxa sleeps with a Dromas plushie. I never realised plushies were such powerful comfort tools.”

March returns triumphantly, holding two neatly folded nightgowns—one pink, one violet. “Aren’t these adorable?”

Hyacine twirls in excitement as she took hers. “And they’re in our colors! Perfect!”

Castorice examins her gown with a gentle smile. “Do we change into them now?”

“Why not? We can get the room ready for the sleepover. It’ll be a HUGE surprise.”

Hyacine claps her hands. “Great! I love surprises!”

The three girls disappears behind the partition, laughter and excited voices echoing as they change into their nightgowns.

After getting dressed in their matching nightgowns, March, Hyacine, and Castorice step into Caelus’ room excitedly. As March pushes open the door, the room is dark and quiet.

Then—

“Boo!”

Cipher springs out from behind a wardrobe with both hands up like claws.

“AHHH!!!”

March and Hyacine scream in perfect harmony, practically jumping out of their skin. Hyacine drops her pillow, and March clings to Castorice’s arm for dear life.

Castorice’s eye twitches as she places one hand on her chest. “Miss Cipher, what was that for?! You almost scared my soul out of my body!”

Cipher lounges casually against Caelus’ desk, arms folded, smirking proudly. “I smelled a secret scheme in the air and decided to investigate. And look at that, my instincts were right on the money.”

March finally lets go of Castorice and smoothes her hair back down. “Well… since you’re here, I guess the more the merrier. You can help spread out the mattresses!” She gestures to a tall tower of mattresses stacked against the wall.

Cipher stares at the pile and flicks her hair. “Ugh, how booooring. When do I get to wear something adorable like that? I’d look great in pastel ruffles, don’t you agree?”

March blinks, then laughs weakly. “Uh… I mean… sure. You can borrow a nightgown after you’re done.”

“Deal.”

Before anyone can react, she grabs mattresses, pillows, and blankets and flings them with practiced precision. Within seconds, the center of the room is transformed into a perfectly arranged circle of cozy bedding, soft and inviting.

Cipher dusts off her hands proudly. “Done.”

March’s jaw drops. “How— just— when—?”

Castorice blinks in amazement. “Even without your powers you’re still incredibly quick.”

Cipher holds out a hand expectantly. “Now then, where’s my prize?”

March rummages in her bag and pulls out a purple nightgown trimmed with lace. “Here! I think this one suits you perfectly!”

Cipher holds it up, eyes sparkling. “Purrfect. I’ll be right back. Toodleoo~” She disappears into the bathroom in a blur.

Hyacine giggles and smooths her dress. “I’m glad Miss Cipher is still as energetic as ever.”

Castorice crosses her arms. “I only hope she doesn’t prank us in our sleep…”

The bathroom door swings open and Cipher strikes a pose in the doorway, one hand on her hip. “Please, I would never~” She bats her eyelashes. “Now, don’t I look adorable? And we match!”

Castorice stares with narrowed eyes. “I don’t know whether I should feel glad or mildly insulted by the implication.”

Cipher pats her shoulder. “Aww, relax Princess Homebody. You’ll live longer if you let yourself have fun.”

March flops onto the nearest mattress with a happy sigh. “Alright! Everyone is dressed, the space is ready, now we can just chill and wait for the others to get back.”

Cipher drops next to her, stretches like a cat, then pulls out her teleslate. “You girls do whatever. I’m going to game.” The tiny handheld screen lights up, and she’s immediately absorbed.

Castorice and Hyacine exchange a look. Then they both shrug and settle down on either side of Cipher, curling up comfortably on the mattress. Little Ica toddles across the blankets and curls up next to Hyacine, nuzzling her knee.

Hyacine smiles softly. “We can pet Little Ica while we wait.” She reaches over and scoops up the fluffy creature, placing it on her lap.

Castorice carefully strokes its fur, marveling at the sensation. “It’s… really nice being able to touch soft things without worrying about accidentally killing them.”

March gasps dramatically and hugs Little Ica from the other side. “You’re missing out! I can’t believe you couldn’t touch all these adorable creatures before!”

“Mhm. Now that I can… I’m excited. There’s so much I’ve never tried before. It feels like discovering a whole new world.”

Hyacine nods quickly, her pigtails bouncing. “We’ll show you everything in Amphoreus. Dromases, Chimeras, fluffy tail creatures, you name it!”

Castorice smiles brightly. “I can’t wait. I want to meet them all.”

Cipher, still gaming, smirks without looking up. “Try not to get obsessed. The last thing we need is a second Prof Nax.”

They all burst into laughter as the room settles into a warm, cozy atmosphere.

“March, Hyacine, Castorice and Cipher having fun together...”

“Sky watches over the world, while Time guards the Evernight. Death shall embrace the dead with warmth, and from it will sprout new Life. And Trickery, ever stirring the still waters, brings chaos that colours existence.”

“Thirteen glasses and you’re still not drunk. I’m impressed.” Mydei rests his chin in one hand, eyeing the empty cups lined up on the bar table.

Phainon smirks and waves a hand dismissively. “Oh please. As if I’d get drunk from a little honey brew.” His voice wavers just slightly.

Mydei flicks the last empty jug with a finger and watches it wobble. “Unfortunately, that was the very last of the ambrosia. So I guess we’ll call it a tie?”

Phainon leans back in his chair with a groan. “Better than losing.” He sways slightly as the room tilts.

Mydei reacts instantly, slipping an arm around Phainon’s back and steadying him before he falls off the bench. “Maybe all that pride is what’s getting to you. Looks like I’m the winner after all.”

Phainon blinks hard, trying to sit straighter. “No way! I’m still standing strong. See?” He gives a proud thumbs-up, and nearly tips sideways again.

Mydei raises a brow. “Uh-huh. You know… I get the feeling you’re not just drinking because it’s Cyrene’s birthday.” His voice softens. “Feels more like… someone drowning out a bit of sorrow.”

Phainon’s expression tightens for a second, and forces a laugh, but Mydei notices. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everyone’s alive. Everyone’s happy. There’s nothing to feel sorrowful about.”

Mydei rests his elbows on the table, watching him quietly. “Phainon… I know you remember everything. All thirty million cycles. There’s no way you’re perfectly fine after that. You can talk to me if something’s wrong.” He taps his own shoulder. “Or cry here if you need to. I’m not going anywhere.”

Phainon blinks, breath catching. Then he smiles faintly. “Aww… thanks, Mydei. That’s… surprisingly sweet of you.” He exhales slowly. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe saying it out loud will make my heart feel less… heavy.”

Mydei leans forward, giving him his full attention. “Go on. Don’t hold back. Let it out.”

Phainon stares at the table for a moment before words begin spilling out. “Alright… Even though we won in the end, I still can’t shake the guilt.” His fingers clench around the edge of the table. “I killed everyone. Over and over. For thirty million cycles. Even if not all fell by my blade, that doesn’t change the fact I… became a murderer.” He lets out a hollow laugh. “And the worst part? Everyone forgave me. They just smile like none of it matters. And that somehow makes it harder to bear.”

Mydei rests a hand over Phainon’s clenched fist, grounding him. “We all knew why you were doing it. It was to save Amphoreus. You had good intentions. And in the end we made it. Nobody’s holding it against you.”

Phainon’s breath hitches. “Yeah… but… I killed you, Mydei.” His voice breaks. “You entrusted me with your weak spot. And I used it. How can you ever trust me again?”

Mydei chuckles gently and nudges his shoulder. “I think the alcohol is starting to talk. Listen, Phainon. I still trust you completely. And if we had to do it all over again, I’d still entrust you with that weak spot without hesitation.”

Phainon looks up, eyes wide.

Mydei continues, voice deep with conviction. “Being able to go through all of that with you… was one of the best parts of the journey. And don’t forget, you helped secure our victory too. You’re not a murderer, Phainon. You’re a saviour.” He takes a breath. “And yes, those memories are heavy. They’ll haunt you for a while. But you don’t have to carry them alone. If you want to vent, scream, cry, talk… I’ll always be here. Don’t forget that.”

Phainon’s eyes soften, guilt giving way to relief. “Thanks, Mydei. I’m glad it was you I spent this journey with. Things would’ve been so dull without someone to spar with.”

“Of course you’d say that. You and your endless competitions.”

“How else are we supposed to train and pass the time? You’re a great friend. And I hope we spend the rest of our lives together.”

Mydei gently bumps his forehead against Phainon’s. “Me too.”

Phainon blinks rapidly and grabs his head. “Woah—okay—yeah. The alcohol’s hitting now.”

Mydei steadies him again, then gently scoops him up and settles him comfortably in his lap. “Better?”

Phainon rests his head against Mydei’s chest, eyes fluttering half-shut. “Mmm… yeah. We should do this more often.”

Mydei smiles fondly and runs a hand through his hair soothingly. “Sure. If it makes you feel better.”

Phainon lifts a finger lazily. “But this doesn’t mean you won…”

“Yeah, yeah. Seeing you smile is victory enough for me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Phainon closes his eyes again and finally relaxes.

“Phainon and Mydei continuing their ridiculous competitions even after all they’ve endured...”

“Though Strife and Worldbearing stand on opposite sides, their rivalry never kept them apart. Who says enemies cannot become lovers?”

Dan Heng’s room is quiet, lit by the soft glow of the reading lamp. Books are neatly stacked along the shelves, each organised with meticulous care. Tribios strolls in, her eyes sparkling like a child entering a treasure-filled cavern. She spins in place, taking in the shelves, soft lighting, and tidy room.

“Woaaaaaah… this is so cool! You live here, Dannie?”

Dan Heng closes the book in his hands, calm as ever. “Mhm. It’s peaceful here. I usually read before bed, it helps me wind down.”

Tribios bounces over to one of the shelves, running her fingers lightly over the spines of neatly arranged books. “Mama always says a good bedtime story before sleep helps the heart relax! Her stories were so comforting… soft and warm like being wrapped in a blanket.”

Dan Heng gives a faint, thoughtful smile. “Bedtime stories are nice. Though I prefer… historical records.” He brushes his thumb along the edge of the book. “There’s something grounding about reading what has already happened. It makes me feel… steady.”

Tribios looks over her shoulder at him, squinting suspiciously. “You should try bedtime stories, Dannie. Little Grey said you get nightmares a lot.” Her voice softens. “Maybe happy stories will keep the scary dreams away.”

Dan Heng pauses, gaze drifting toward the small lantern by his bed. “That’s thoughtful of you, but… I’m not sure a simple story will help with my dreams.” He exhales softly. “Still, thank you for the concern.”

Tribios clasps her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels. “Whenever Agy gets nightmares, she'd sneak into my room and asks me to sing her a lullaby.” Her eyes grow distant and fond. “She was such a cute little girl back then, clinging to my arm, wanting cuddles. And every time, the nightmares just… faded.” Dan Heng listens quietly.

Tribios continues, gentle but earnest. “Sometimes being close to someone who cares about you helps more than any book or story.” She nudges him playfully. “You should find someone who makes you feel safe—even when you’re scared.”

Dan Heng’s ears tint slightly pink. “Hmm… maybe…”

Tribios suddenly gasps. “What about Cinny? You two spent a lot of time together at the Grove!”

Dan Heng blinks, caught off guard. “Hyacine is… a wonderful friend. She’s caring, thoughtful, and selfless.” He gives a small smile. “The world could use more people like her.”

Tribios smirks knowingly. “Mhm... Sounds like you like her a lot.”

Dan Heng looks away, fingers tapping his arm in a subconscious fidget. “Uhh… I guess?”

Tribios claps her hands dramatically. “Then as I’ve prophesied, you and Cinny will get together and live happily ever after!”

Dan Heng sighs, though the corner of his mouth twitches upward. “Is this an actual prophecy… or one you made up on the spot?”

Tribios grins mischievously. “Does it matter? If it makes you happy, the origin isn’t important!”

Dan Heng considers that, nodding slowly. “That’s… surprisingly reasonable. But let’s not jump ahead. You all just survived a near-death ordeal. I don’t want to overwhelm her emotionally.”

Tribios shakes her head vigorously. “I’m sure Cinny won’t mind! She looks soooo happy whenever she’s with you.”

Dan Heng blinks, genuinely surprised. “...You think so?”

Tribios grabs both his hands, squeezing them with confidence. “I know so! And I’m gonna help make sure you two get together!”

Dan Heng softens, giving her a small, sincere smile. “Thank you, Tribios. I really appreciate it.”

Tribios squeals and tugs at his hands. “Hehe! Come on! Let’s go find Cinny!”

Before Dan Heng has time to protest, she drags him out of the room.

“Tribios and Dan Heng bonding over common interests...”

“Earth lays the foundation of the world, while Passage leads them toward the Sky.”

“Whatcha doing?” Caelus pops his head right into Cyrene’s view, leaning forward with a bright grin.

Cyrene blinks, then smiles softly as she lowers her journal. “Just documenting everyone’s first time on the Express.” Her eyes sparkle with quiet excitement. “It’s exactly as I hoped for. This truly is a romantic story like none that has come before. You think so too, right?”

Caelus glances around at the lively atmosphere. “Yeah… everyone’s happy and enjoying themselves. There’s nothing better than spending time with friends after a tough fight.”

Cyrene’s cheeks flush with joy. “Mhm! This is the best birthday ever!”

Caelus’ expression became playful. He gently takes her hand and pulls her up from her seat. “You know what would make it even better?”

Cyrene tilts her head, hair falling over her shoulder. “Oh? Another surprise?”

“Yep! And what better way to end the party than a birthday sleepover?”

Cyrene gasps, hands clasping together as excitement trembles through her. “Ooo! I’ve never had a sleepover before—and everyone’s here. This is going to be so much fun!”

Caelus chuckles and leads her down the hallway with an enthusiastic bounce in his steps. “We’re gonna have a blast!”

“What games are we going to play?” 

“Hmmm…” Caelus taps his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe spin the bottle or a pillow fight. Those are some Express classics.”

“That sounds like fun! And a great way to get to know each other better.”

When they reach his room, Caelus pulls open the door, and Cyrene’s eyes widen at the sight.

Everyone is already inside in their sleepwear, chatting and lounging across a sea of mattresses spread across the floor. 

“Huh? Where did you get these clothes from?”

March shrugs casually. “Oh, I just dug through all our closets and pulled out a few extra sets of sleepwear. You’d be surprised how many spare outfits we have.”

Caelus stares at Phainon, who is proudly wearing a raccoon-print pajama set, complete with ears on the hood. “Huh?”

Dan Heng sits with a book open on his lap and doesn’t even look up. “Don’t ask. He practically pounced on it the moment March brought it out.”

Phainon stands up and twirls once to show off the ridiculous outfit. “Hey, it’s not every day I get to dress like this.”

“Ahem… what is that supposed to mean?” Aglaea crosses her arms, one brow arched dangerously.

Phainon freezes mid-pose. “Uh… nothing. Nothing at all. The outfits you choose for me are just as amazing.” He chuckles nervously, tugging on the raccoon hood. “You have a great fashion sense. Hehe…”

Aglaea maintains eye contact for a long, intimidating moment… then flicks her hair with a huff. “I know that, thank you very much. I’ll let it slide this time.”

Before the tension can settle, Anaxa wordlessly places his Dromas plushie onto Aglaea’s lap. 

Aglaea blinks in surprise, her annoyance evaporating the instant she touches the soft fabric. Her expression melts into a peaceful smile as she strokes its plush fur.

Hyacine, watching from the side, places a hand over her mouth in awe. “Woah… the power of plushies is real…” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “I should invest in plushies for my patients.”

Hysilens folds her arms with a teasing smile. “I rarely see the golden trout look so calm. Good job, green dolphin.”

Anaxa’s eye twitches. “Green dolphin?! I’m not a green dolphin! If you must compare me to an animal, at least make me a Dromas!”

Hysilens shrugs, unfazed. “But a Dromas isn’t a sea creature. Besides, you’re as agile as a dolphin. Think of it as a compliment.”

Anaxa is halfway through sputtering another protest when Aglaea shifts closer to him. She gently leans her head against his shoulder, placing the Dromas plushie snugly between their chests.

“I think dolphins are just as cute as Dromases,” Aglaea murmurs, tilting her head up to look at him. “Don’t you?”

Anaxa immediately short-circuits. His face turns red almost instantly. “I—” He swallows hard. “I… guess.”

The whole room silently explodes with quiet internal screaming.

Castorice, snuggled against a pillow, whispers, “Was that the power of plushies… or just Aglaea’s romantic aura overpowering him?”

Cipher hugs her knees and kicks her feet in excitement. “Who cares? They’re absolutely adorable~ Look at him melt!”

Cerydra crossed her arms, trying to look unimpressed. “Love really is an interesting thing…”

Hysilens turns her head toward her, eyes gleaming mischievously. “Oh? Would you like to join them, Cerydra?”

“Huh? I didn’t say that—”

Before she can escape, Hysilens swoops her up effortlessly, and settles Cerydra onto her lap.

“W–wait! Hysilens! What are you doing?! Put me down!”

“Shhh…” Hysilens murmurs, gently untying the black ribbon in Cerydra’s ponytail. Light blue hair falls over her shoulders. “Just relax.” She runs her fingers slowly through Cerydra’s hair.

The entire room goes still.

Cyrene, holding her notebook close to her chest, gasps dramatically. “Awww! The Imperator looks so cute with her hair down!”

March nods enthusiastically, hugging a pillow. “Yeah! She doesn’t look so scary anymore!”

Caelus drops down beside them. “Who knew Hysilens had this kind of effect on her? She’s like… the Cerydra Whisperer.”

Cerydra’s face burns crimson as she puffs out her cheeks. “Shut up! I am NOT cute! I’m the great Imperator Cerydra, ruler of Amphoreus, not some cute doll to be fawned over!” Her voice cracks slightly at the end, betraying her embarrassment.

Hysilens leans closer, her voice warm and calm like a tide washing over the shore. “I don’t see what’s wrong with being cute and powerful at the same time. That’s my type of person.”

Cerydra freezes. Her pupils dilate. “Y-your… type?” She tries to look away but her entire face is crimson.

Hysilens chuckles, brushing a strand of hair behind Cerydra’s ear. “Just relax… and let the Ocean’s warm embrace engulf you.”

Cerydra doesn’t fight anymore. She simply melts—very reluctantly—into Hysilens’ arms while everyone else watches in awe and mild disbelief.

Cipher stretches, her tail swaying behind her. “Well, if we’re being lovey-dovey,” she purrs, “then I volunteer to go next.”

Tribios shakes her head. “Oh Ciphy… this isn't a game.”

Cipher’s eyes gleam mischievously. “Oh, Princess Homebody~” She sings, slinking behind Castorice. “Has no one told you how scrumptious you look in Marchie’s nightgown?”

Cipher’s tail coils smoothly around Castorice’s waist, pulling her gently closer.

“E–eeek! Miss Cipher! W-what are you doing?!” Castorice squeaks, her face flushing.

Cipher bends down, moving her lips dangerously close to Castorice’s ear. Her voice drops into a sultry whisper. “Just admiring your beautiful figure, darling~”

“I—I—”

A pillow slams into Cipher’s back with enough force to make her jolt. She whips around, eyes narrowed into thin slits. “Hey! Who dares—”

Mydei stands with arms crossed, another pillow at the ready. “Enough mush, Cipher. We’re here to have fun, not… whatever that was.”

Phainon leans back with a smug grin. “Sounds like someone’s jealous. Should I whisper sweet nothings to you too?”

SMACK!

A pillow flies so fast it’s almost a blur and hits him square in the face.

“Don’t you dare try to act silly with me,” Mydei huffs. “If you want to prove your love, win against me in this pillow fight.”

Phainon lowers the pillow from his face and grins. “Oh, you're on, Mydeimos.”

He shoots to his feet with sparkling eyes and grabs a pillow like a knight drawing a sword.

Hyacine rises tentatively, lifting a hand. “H-hey, maybe we should establish some rules first—”

SMACK!

A stray pillow hits her directly in the chest, knocking her off balance. She yelps, but Dan Heng is already at her side, catching her before she hits the floor. 

“Are you alright?” He asks quietly, steadying her.

Hyacine blushes softly, leaning into him for a moment. “Mhm, I'm fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Phainon rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. “Oops. Sorry, Hyacine. Didn’t mean to hit you.”

“It’s fine.” Hyacine says with a serene smile, then immediately bends down, grabs a pillow, and hurls it right at his head.

POOF!

It hits him square in the forehead.

Phainon blinks twice. “Battle!!!”

Chaos erupts instantly.

Everyone scrambles to their feet, grabbing pillows of all shapes and sizes. The room explodes with laughter, feathers, and flying fabric.

Tribios watches the mayhem unfold, sighing in amused resignation. “I guess we don’t need rules anymore?”

Cerydra smirks, picking up a pillow. “In my chess tournaments, rules are merely… suggestions. We bend them to make the game interesting.”

Caelus ducks as a pillow flies over his head. “Rules were made to be broken anyway!”

Cyrene claps excitedly from her spot. “So this is basically a couple showdown! How cute!”

March stops swinging her pillow mid-motion. “But I don’t have a partner!”

Tribios turns to her with a gentle smile. “You can join me, Marchie!”

“Thanks, Tribios!”

“It’s the least I can do after your help back in the temple. If it weren't for you, I would’ve never gotten Janus’ Coreflame.”

March blushes and waves her hands. “Aww, it was nothing!”

And then—

WHACK!

A pillow hits them both, knocking them straight into the middle of the battlefield.

Cipher, already dual-wielding pillows like weapons, cracks her neck with a grin. “Less talking, more throwing!”

Castorice clutches her pillow with both hands like a fragile artifact. “U-uh… I don’t think it’s necessary to be that rough, Miss Cipher…”

Cipher pauses, looks at Castorice’s gentle, barely-there tosses, and shakes her head. “And you’re barely throwing! Princess Homebody, your pillows don’t even fly. They glide like sad, deflating balloons.”

Castorice hides behind the pillow. “I just… don’t want to hurt anyone…”

Hyacine peeks out from behind Dan Heng’s protective stance. “It’s okay! If anyone gets hurt, I’ll heal them right away. You should just focus on having fun, Cassie!”

Castorice nods shyly. “O-okay… I’ll try.” She musters all the strength she has, winds her arm back, and tosses the pillow.

It floats through the air for about ten centimeters… and lands with a soft plop at Cipher’s feet.

Cipher sighs dramatically, crossing her arms. “You know what? Effort noted. Don’t worry, I’ll carry us.”

Castorice brightens instantly, pumping her fists. “Oh! Then I’ll cheer you on from the side. Go, Miss Cipher!”

“Drop the formalities, Princess Homebody. Just call me Cipher.”

Castorice flusters, nodding quickly. “O-okay. Go, Cipher!”

Cipher smirks, tail perking up. “That’s more like it.”

Across the room, Aglaea ducks under a pillow and actually laughs—a soft, airy sound rarely heard from her. “This is actually quite fun.”

Anaxa stands beside her like a general surveying the battlefield. “I agree. Annihilating our enemies feels amazing.”

Then his eyes spark with an idea. He grabs several pillows in one arm. “I have a plan.”

Aglaea blinks, intrigued. “Oh? Go on. I’m listening.”

Anaxa pulls her a little closer, lowering his voice as he gestures across the battlefield, tracing invisible lines in the air with his finger. “You excel in aerial manoeuvres, right?”

Aglaea tilts her head, brushing hair behind her ear. “I do have experience. Why do you ask?”

“I’ll boost you. From that angle—” He traces a sharp arc with his finger. “—you can launch a rainstorm of pillows from above. While everyone’s stunned by your… performance, I’ll flank them from behind.”

Aglaea taps a finger to her chin, contemplating his plan. “That’s actually clever. Using both of our strengths to our advantage. As expected of one of the Seven Sages of the Grove of Epiphany.”

Anaxa puffs his chest proudly. “They say we make a good couple for a reason. Alright, get ready.”
He hands her the pillows and kneels, interlocking his hands as a platform.

Aglaea raises a brow, looking at his scrawny figure. “Are you sure you’re strong enough to lift me?”

Anaxa smirks. “Are you sure you’re even heavy enough to be a challenge?”

Aglaea rolls her eyes but steps onto his hands. “Fine… just don’t overexert yourself.”

“And—now!”

He launches her upward. Aglaea spins into a graceful backflip, hair flowing around her. At the top of her arc, she unleashes the pillows.

WHUMP—WHUMP—WHUMP—WHUMP!

Each one strikes perfectly.

She lands like a dancer, light on her feet. Meanwhile, Anaxa charges from behind, unleashing his own storm of strikes, ambushing everyone with surgical precision.

As she jogs back to him, dodging stray pillows with rhythmic precision, she scoops up more ammo.

“Excellent teamwork.” She says, handing him half the load.

Anaxa raises his palm. “High five?”

Aglaea narrows her eyes playfully. “I didn’t know a scholar like you indulged in childish gestures.”

But she lifts her hand and gives him a gentle tap anyway.

Just then—

FWUMP!

A rogue pillow hurtles toward them.

“Watch out!” Anaxa grabs Aglaea by the waist and pushes her out of the way. They tumble to the floor in a rather compromising heap.

“Ow…” Aglaea groans softly.

Anaxa immediately pushes himself up, flustered. “Sorry! Are you alright?” He offers his hand.

Aglaea takes his offered hand, rising gracefully. “Yes… but I think that’s enough exercise for today.” She brushes stray feathers from his shoulder. “Want to go somewhere more peaceful?”

“Sure.”

Quietly, the two slip away through the storm of feathers and chaos, settling into a secluded corner of the room. Aglaea leans into him, and Anaxa wraps an arm around her waist as they cuddle away from the ongoing pillow war.

Peaceful. Cozy. Warm.

Exactly as they like it.

A rogue pillow rockets through the air, aimed straight at Cerydra’s face.

Before she can react, Hysilens steps in front of her with swift, fluid grace. She raises her pillow and deflects the incoming one with a clean whump.

Cerydra blinks, momentarily stunned. “…Thank you for saving me.”

Hysilens lowers the pillow with a small, satisfied smile. “It is my duty to protect you.”

Cerydra clears her throat, regaining her regal composure. “Aglaea and Anaxa working together… that’s not something you see everyday. I must commend them for their teamwork. That aerial attack was quite the show.”

BAM! BAM!

Two pillows strike their backs simultaneously.

Both turn around sharply to find Anaxa, standing proudly with a smug grin, another pillow already in hand.

Cerydra crosses her arms. “Well, now that’s impressive. The first to hit the Imperator and her knight.”

Hysilens narrows her eyes slightly. “Do not worry, Imper—Cerydra. We shall enact swift revenge.”

She whips a pillow at them, and misses since they dodged.

Cerydra raises a brow, staring at the scene. “A miss… but an interesting response nonetheless.”

“I hope I didn’t hurt the golden trout.”

Cerydra glances toward Aglaea. “I doubt so. She may simply be tired after everything that happened today. She’s never been one for social gatherings.”

Hysilens tilts her head toward the couple cuddled in the corner. “In that case… do you wish to join them?”

Cerydra stretches her shoulders, looking done with the chaos. “Yes. I believe I’m finished with this pillow fight. It has become… repetitive.”

The two walk over calmly, taking seats beside Aglaea and Anaxa, who both look pleasantly surprised to have company. Together, they settle into a quieter section of the room, the soft glow of the Express lights giving the corner a calm, cozy vibe.

Meanwhile—

“Bam! Bam! Take that!”

Tribios stands atop a mound of pillows like a warrior-goddess, flinging them left and right.

March cheers her on with energetic thumbs-up. “Looking good, Tribios!”

Tribios beams proudly, striking a dramatic pose. “I’m an expert at pillow fights! Back in the old days we used to fight like this all the time!”

March’s eyes widen with fascination. “Ooo! I wonder what it’s like battling a thousand versions of myself.”

Tribios laughs loudly. “Very chaotic. But SUPER fun!”

“Having Evernight is already pretty cool, but who knew I had such a dark side.”

Tribios wiggles her eyebrows. “Maybe you aren’t the cute innocent you think you are.”

March gasps theatrically. “Hey! Let’s just call it an alter ego, okay? I’d rather be known as the cute pink girl than the emo pink girl.”

Tribios bursts out laughing. “We already have plenty of cute pink girls anyway.”

March points toward the other side of the room. “Speaking of cute pink girls, Hyacine and Dan Heng are really getting along, huh?”

Tribios clasps her hands together dreamily. “Mhm! The ship is SAILING!”

March tilts her head, giggling. “I didn’t know goddesses also ship people in their free time.”

Tribios wags her finger. “It’s just something I like doing! Playing matchmaker is fun. Sometimes I even ask Agy to use her romance powers to help speed things up.”

“Isn’t that, like… abusing your powers?”

“It’s for the greater good!”

March blinks, then shrugs. “You know what? Yeah. It is a great use of free will.”

Tribios flips her hair proudly. “I know, right?”

“You're doing quite well for someone who says she's a healer.” Dan Heng remarks, effortlessly swatting away a pillow aimed at Hyacine.

Hyacine plants her hands on her hips, cheeks puffing indignantly. “Just because I'm a healer doesn't mean I'm not good at combat. I can even out-damage some of the DPS.”

Dan Heng’s eyes soften with quiet amusement. “You’re very multitalented.”

“And you aren’t too bad yourself! Though…” She looks around, blinking. “Is it me or did the battlefield get smaller?”

Dan Heng pauses, scanning the room. “We’re missing a few people. Looks like some decided to stop playing.”

Hyacine’s expression turns worried. “Are they hurt?”

Dan Heng shakes his head but gestures gently with his hand. “Not sure. But if you’re worried, we can go check on them.”

“Yeah… let’s do that. Just in case.”

Together, they weave through scattered pillows and make their way to the cozy corner where Aglaea, Anaxa, Cerydra, and Hysilens are resting.

Hyacine kneels beside them, concern etched on her face. “Are you guys alright? Why aren’t you playing anymore?”

Hysilens answers first, her tone calm. “We only joined because we saw the golden trout and green dolphin leaving.”

Anaxa snaps upright, indignant. “As I’ve said, I am not a green dolphin!”

Aglaea lets out a soft chuckle, stroking the Dromas plush in her lap. “We’re simply resting. These sorts of games aren’t how I prefer to spend my evenings. Just spending time with your loved ones is more relaxing, don’t you think?”

Dan Heng nods. “That’s fair. Pillow fights are more of Caelus and March’s thing anyway.”

Hyacine smiles and settles down beside them. “So… is this the couples corner?”

Cerydra’s lips curve into a sly smirk. “Oh? So you and Dan Heng are a couple then?”

Hyacine jumps, flustered. “H-huh?! I—I didn’t mean it like that!”

Before she spirals further, Dan Heng gently wraps an arm around her shoulders. “I don’t mind that,” he says quietly. “If you’re alright with it.”

Hyacine freezes, eyes wide as her heart leaps into her throat. “Umm… yes! I mean—yes, I’d love to be your partner.”

Hysilens hums approvingly. “Looks like the little healer fish has found love as well.”

Aglaea adds matter-of-factly. “Everyone is technically partners, aren’t they? Well… except for Teacher and March.”

Cerydra tilts her head toward Aglaea. “Quite romantic, don’t you think, Demigod of Romance?”

Aglaea gives a small, graceful nod. “Yes. Very romantic indeed.”

Anaxa chuckles under his breath. “I wonder how long it’ll take for Phainon and Mydeimos to realize that half the players have vanished.”

Dan Heng sighs softly. “Probably soon.”

Cerydra watches the battlefield with mild curiosity. “This is very entertaining to observe. I wonder what it’s like being so engrossed in something that you ignore everything around you.”

Aglaea gives her a knowing side-eye. “I’m fairly certain you do that quite often, Imperator.”

“Eh?” Cerydra blinks.

Anaxa lifts a hand dismissively. “Enough chit-chat. Let’s simply enjoy the peace while it lasts.”

The group relaxes again, leaning into each other. Hyacine and Dan Heng exchange a tiny, shy glance, before Hyacine slowly scoots closer, her movements hesitant but hopeful.

Dan Heng shifts, opening a space for her. She settles into his lap, her back against his chest, and he gently wraps his arms around her waist.

Her pigtails have loosened, letting her curly pink-and-blue locks spill freely down her back. Her hair brushes against his fingers, soft and warm.

Dan Heng carefully, tenderly, begins to stroke her curls. Hyacine melts instantly, her breath slowing, her shoulders relaxing. Her heartbeat steadies against him.

And for the first time in a long while, the nightmares in Dan Heng’s chest fall quiet.

“Hah! That’s 35 points!” Phainon exclaims triumphantly, tossing a pillow over his shoulder with a flourish.

Mydei rolls his eyes, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “35? That’s pathetic. I have 50.”

Phainon freezes mid-turn, jaw dropping. “WHAT?! I thought I was doing pretty well!”

“You’re good,” Mydei replies, leaning casually on his pillow, “but I’m better. Never underestimate a Kremnoan.”

Phainon’s eyes sparkle with competitive fire. “Well, watch me rack up more points easily.” He spins around, ready to strike again, and then paused. “Wait… where’s everyone?”

Mydei glances around the room, noting the sparsely populated battlefield. “Huh? There’s only Tribios, March, and Cipher left on the field. Did they all forfeit?”

Phainon grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh well, that means less competition for me.”

“True. Well, you’re on, deliverer!” Mydei replies, hefting his pillow like a blade.

The two charge at each other, pillows swinging in a flurry of feints and blocks. Pillows crack against pillows, feathers puffing into the air as they duck, dodge, and launch counterattacks. Mydei feints, then spins, finally pinning Phainon down with a triumphant laugh.

“Hah! Looks like I win.”

Phainon concedes, lying beneath him. “Fine, fine… you win. But that was some good pillow fighting skills.”

“Thanks—”

Smack!

A pillow flies out of nowhere, striking Mydei square in the back. He topples over, landing sprawled atop Phainon.

“Oopsies~” Cipher giggles, twirling her hair around her finger. “My bad.”

Phainon groans, eyes rolling with amusement. “Oh, Miss Cipher…”

Mydei sits up, brushing feathers from his shoulders.

“Well… that’s one way of being lovey-dovey, I guess.”

Cipher points toward the cuddle corner, her tail flicking excitedly. “You guys need to learn how to be cute like them.”

Mydei smirks, standing and dusting his hands. “Our form of showing affection is competing with each other.”

Phainon chuckles, ruffling his hair. “Yeah! It’s way more exhilarating than cuddling.”

Cipher pouts playfully. “Booo! I say we call it a day. Any longer and we’ll be the only ones awake at this party.”

Phainon glances around the nearly empty room. “Well… since everyone else has mostly stopped, I don’t see why not.”

Mydei freezes mid-step, scanning the room. “Wait… where are Cyrene and Caelus?”

Meanwhile, as the pillow fight raged, Cyrene had quietly grabbed Caelus’ hand and led him to a small, hidden room near the back of the room.

“What are we doing here?” Caelus asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Cyrene smiles softly, holding her notebook to her chest. “I want to observe the love in the air.”

“The love in the air?”

“Yes.” She says, peeking through the doorway. “Castorice cheering Cipher on, Aglaea and Anaxa working together, Hysilens protecting Cerydra, Dan Heng and Hyacine growing closer, and Phainon and Mydei sparring. All different forms of love, but still love.”

Caelus chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Oh, so that’s why you wanted to drag me here. You want me to accompany you in stalking our friends.”

Cyrene tilts her head, feigning innocence. “It’s not stalking. It’s observing. Plus, how can I say no to story-writing material? I’m documenting all of this for our tale.”

“Our tale?”

“Mhm… Amphoreus’ Saga of Heroes. Doesn’t it have a nice ring to it?”

Caelus smiles warmly, placing a hand gently over hers. “Yes… I can’t wait to read the saga you’ve composed.”

Cyrene brushes a finger lightly over the notebook cover. “This will be a romantic story like none that has come before…”

Caelus’ gaze softens as he leaned closer. “It would be more romantic if you were in it.”

Cyrene blinks, surprised. “Huh?”

He extends his hand toward her. “Come and join us. You don’t have to stay behind as an observer. You should also be part of this epic tale too.”

Cyrene hesitates for a heartbeat, then smiles and takes his hand.

He guides her back into the main room, where the pillow fight has ended and everyone is now lounging on mattresses, chatting quietly, or getting ready for bed, the chaos settling into a cozy, intimate calm.

“Look who finally decided to join us.” March teases, leaning back on her mattress with a sly grin.

Dan Heng raises an eyebrow, glancing at Caelus and Cyrene. “What were you two doing back there?”

Caelus fidgets slightly, scratching the back of his head. “Uhh…”

Cyrene smiles lightly, brushing it off. “Oh, it’s nothing. So… did everyone have fun?”

Tribios bounces on her knees, grinning. “It was a blast! I haven’t had this much fun in ages!”

Hyacine nods enthusiastically, her curls bouncing as she leaned back on her mattress. “Mhm! I had plenty of fun, too.”

Castorice exhales softly, hands folded in her lap. “I’m just glad no one’s hurt. That’s what matters most.”

Phainon tosses a pillow lightly in Mydei’s direction. “A little pillow can’t hurt anyone, right?”

Mydei smacks a pillow against his face. “Sure. Totally harmless.”

Aglaea rises gracefully from her mattress, stretching. “We should probably get to bed soon. It’s almost midnight, after all.”

Midnight… 

Anaxa kneels next to Aglaea, holding his Dromas plushie in his hands. “Here. You can sleep with Dromy. He’ll help you get a good night’s rest.”

Aglaea’s eyes softens, and she took the plushie into her arms, hugging it briefly. “Dromy… that’s a cute name.” She hesitates, then hands it back to him gently. “But I don’t need him. You can sleep with it instead. I know you need it more.”

Anaxa scoffs lightly, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. “I’m not some five-year-old who needs to sleep with a plushie.”

“Or you could just sleep together, like what we’re doing.” Cerydra gestures to her and Hysilens, who were moving their mattresses together to form a larger bed.

“Good idea.” Aglaea murmurs, shifting her mattress next to Anaxa, settling down with a sigh of contentment.

Cipher flops dramatically onto her mattress, tail swishing. “Sleeping already? But the night is still young!”

Hyacine shakes her head gently, curling under her blanket. “It’s almost midnight. Besides, sleeping is good for your health. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

Midnight…

Suddenly, a wave of memories crashes into Cyrene. Her chest tightens and her eyes widen, the world around her fading as images and sensations floods her mind.

Caelus immediately places a hand on her shoulder, steadying her. “Cyrene… are you alright?”

She gasps clutching her chest. “I… I remember… everything.”

“Huh?”

Everyone turns to look at her, a mix of concern and curiosity on their faces.

“The battle… the blast… everything.” Cyrene whispers, her voice trembling.

March tilts her head, frowning slightly. “Yeah… but didn’t we win? Didn’t it all end?”

Cyrene moves to the center of the circle of mattresses, sitting carefully and placing her journal in the middle. Her hands trembles slightly as she opens it.

Soft, golden light emanates from the pages, growing brighter by the second.

Gasps echoes around the room as the radiant light spread, enveloping each of the Chrysos heirs. Rainbow hues shimmers across their bodies, bathing them in a warm, ethereal glow.

Dan Heng’s brow furrows as he scans the glowing figures around him. “What’s happening?”

Cyrene’s gaze drifts over everyone, a bittersweet smile on her lips. “Yes… we won. We defeated Irontomb. But… since Amphoreus was data made from the Spector, it too fades along with the defeat of Irontomb.”

Caelus steps closer, his voice filled with disbelief. “Wait… then does that mean…”

Cyrene nods gently, her voice tinged with melancholy. “This is all… just a dream. And it’s time for you all to return to reality. Your friends must be worried about you.”

March clutches her nightgown, her voice trembling. “So… y-you’re all just going to… disappear?!”

Cyrene shakes her head gently. “We’re not disappearing. We will live on in these pages, immortalized in the heroes’ epic. I will complete the final ‘blank page’ at the end, preserving the story of our journey.”

Caelus furrows his brow, struggling to comprehend. “What does that mean…?”

“I will remain behind, in the past, looping endlessly to ensure that Irontomb never resurfaces.” Her words were calm, yet heavy with resolve.

Dan Heng’s jaw tightens, and his fists clenches at his sides. “So… we saved the universe… but not Amphoreus itself.”

Cyrene places a comforting hand on his arm, her voice gentle yet firm. “Don't be sad for us. Losses are a constant on the Flame-Chase journey, among which even life itself holds little value. We all knew that and were ready to sacrifice everything for this world we love so much. But even if everything fades away with the wind, there's one feeling that will remain… ‘Love’ will always exist, right?”

Caelus lets out a slow breath, a soft smile forming despite the ache in his chest. “And a romantic story deserves an ending that is free and complete.”

Cyrene nods, a faint smile breaking across her face as she looks around at the trailblazers, her expression serene yet wistful. “I am glad to have joined you on your adventure through Amphoreus. But now… it’s time to say goodbye.”

“Sky shall rain rays of dawn for you”

“May Romance be with you on your journey”

“And Reason grant you enlightenment”

“Let Strife bestow you with inspiration”

“Trickery ensure your success”

“Allow Death to protect your soul”

“Let Passage point the way forward”

“The Worldbearing shall not be forgotten”

“The Ocean shall dance at your command”

“Let Law crush every injustice”

“Time shall engrave your journey into memory”

“The Earth itself shall stand guard upon our path”

“Let the end of the Trailblaze be as we've written it ♪”

One by one, as each blessing was spoken, the Chrysos heirs began to shimmer and fade. Their forms became translucent, the vibrant colors of their auras swirling like mist before vanishing, until only Cyrene and the trailblazers remained.

“Amphoreus already has a "tomorrow.” When the Trailblaze creates another miracle someday in the future… This world, the one we love deeply, will sprout and bloom into a beautiful flower. Don't worry. I've already kept all the seeds safe in "The First Fruit" for you… And its name is As I've Written. So, it's time to reveal the correct answer. This isn't a dream, nor a fantasy. It's… The epilogue of As I've Written.”

“At the end of the story, the characters take their final bow and embark on a journey of no return. So promise me one last thing… When we say goodbye, give me a smile, okay?” 

Caelus steps forward, a quiet determination in his eyes. “I… promise you. The cosmos will never forget Amphoreus.”

March raises her fists enthusiastically, her voice tinged with stubborn resolve. “We’ll keep an eye on him. He had better keep his promise!”

Dan Heng places a steady hand on her shoulder, voice calm but unwavering. “Leave it to us, Cyrene. Your story will be sung across many worlds.”

Cyrene tilts her head, a soft smile curving her lips. “Stories this complex and twisted are always hard to believe. If anyone questions the truth of this tale… You'll all have to stand up for us ♪”

March puffs her chest out, fists clenched with determination. “Rest assured! Even the most stubborn person can’t withstand our six fists.”

Cyrene giggles, light and warm.“Hehe… you’re so reliable, March.”

She takes a deep breath, the weight of both joy and sorrow settling around her. “Alright, friends… before I go, let me tell you a story of love.”

If time were a flower, let trickling memories weave time into gold.

Why does the ocean sing? The waves sing of an epoch etched in golden blood—

Noble lies dance on the breeze, while lives that chase fire shall be cast to the flames!

Heroes blaze their path with the flame of blood, as thirty million dawns thus burn.

Long may the rainbow of hope adorn the sky; make the poem of farewells more beautiful.

The steps of Trailblaze pace through Evernight's stars. Though worlds apart, this love is forever.

~Amphoreus’ Saga of Heroes Composed~

A sudden flash of light blinds them, and when their vision clears, they find themselves back on the Astral Express—the real one. The familiar hum of the train filled the air, grounding them in reality. As I’ve Written lay on the polished floor before them, glowing faintly with a soft, ethereal light, as if holding onto the memories of Amphoreus.

Caelus knelt carefully and picked it up, turning the delicate pages with reverence. March and Dan Heng leaned over his shoulders, their eyes scanning the intricate writing.

March’s eyes widen. “This is the first time I've been able to examine As I've Written up close…” Her fingers traced the lines delicately, almost afraid to disturb them.

Dan Heng leans in, his tone quiet but appreciative. “Miss Cyrene's handwriting is gentle yet steely... with an underlying strength.” His eyes softened as he studied the elegant curves of the letters.

March tilts her head, her expression thoughtful. “…I had no idea it was so sophisticated. Looks like I need to brush up on my knowledge in this area.”

Caelus smirks lightly, flipping a page. “Maybe start with a few basic books first to get your feet wet.”

“Look who's talking! As if you're not glued to your phone in your room all day!” She gave him a playful glare, nudging him with her elbow.

Pom-Pom’s cheerful squeak interrupted them. “Passenger March! Dan Heng! Caelus! You’re back!” 

Himeko steps forward, a warm smile on her face. “Welcome home, you three. Thank you for your hard work on this "Trailblaze."

Welt crosses his arms, observing them with a teasing grin. “We might need to reshuffle the seniority rankings of the Express Crew if we count the years you spent in Amphoreus.”

March points at herself dramatically. “Hey, I was the first one to get dragged into it! Does that mean I'm gonna be the oldest member of the Astral Express now?”

Sunday chuckles softly. “Miss March hasn't lost her innocent nature even after all these long years.”

Dan Heng smirks lightly, his tone dry. “In other words, she hasn't really grown up at all.”

“Hey!” She crossed her arms but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at her lips.

Himeko glances at the group with a gentle nod. “Alright, it’s late, and you must be exhausted. You can tell us about your adventures tomorrow. For now, get some rest.” 

March bounces slightly, her energy undimmed. “You bet we will! I have so many stories to tell!”

Welt chuckles, guiding them to their rooms. “Goodnight, everyone. May you have pleasant dreams.”

The train hums quietly around them, a comforting rhythm. Outside, the stars streak past the windows, twinkling as if applauding their return.

Goodbye, Amphoreus… see you tomorrow.

>>> Memory concluded…

“I'll read, and you'll listen, like how flowers always bloom then wither. I shall welcome my own decay, becoming nourishment for the next flower's bud. And you shall continue to wait here, protecting this garden of "memories." And our stories will be lying silently among the flowers like every ripple of "remembrance"... And they shall become the epic known as As I've Written.”

“Of course. This will be a romantic story like none that has come before. You think so too, right?♪”

>>> Happy Birthday Elyisa…