Phainon took the Core Flames.
It floated calmly in Phainon's palm, no different from before.
This was the key that could open the Staff?
The ultimate answer he had sought, exhausting his heart and mind, overturning the Script, and confronting the Star Gods?
What was their principle?
How did it work?
Countless questions churned in his mind, but Phainon found that he didn't want to investigate at all.
He just gazed at the light in his palm, feeling the "new life" that he and Cyrene had co-written.
Just then.
A discontinuous female voice, mixed with static, pierced this pure white world without warning.
"White-haired kid... Hey, can you hear me? Zzz... Signal stable..."
Phainon looked up.
This voice, this arrogant and extremely impatient tone, he was all too familiar with it.
"Herta?"
Phainon responded.
"Hey, I told you, Screwllum, he's definitely fine."
Herta's voice became much clearer.
"Alright, stop spacing out. The final calculation results have been obtained, and you've been unlocked. I'll open the exit channel for you now."
As soon as she finished speaking.
In the pure white space before Phainon, purple data streams poured down like a waterfall.
A purple gate was printed, constructed, and finally slowly took shape out of thin air.
Was it time to leave?
Phainon turned his head, looking at Cyrene, who stood gracefully, bathed in soft light.
Cyrene also saw the gate; there was no surprise in her eyes, only a gentle and encouraging look like water.
"Go."
Her voice carried a smile, soft yet firm.
"The story here has ended, but the story that truly belongs to you has just begun."
Phainon's lips moved, an indescribable reluctance welling up in his heart.
"I..."
He wanted to say something, wanted to say stay, wanted to say wait a little longer.
"Don't be so wishy-washy, it's not like you."
A weak but teasing voice came from not far away.
Phainon looked in the direction of the voice, his pupils shrinking slightly.
Mydei's tall body was currently carrying a person, walking step by step from the void.
His battle armor was shattered in many places, revealing scorched skin and deep, bone-visible wounds underneath. Every step he took was incredibly heavy, yet he remained as steady as a mountain.
And on his back was Elio.
Mr. Scriptwriter's face was pale, his breathing weak, looking like a critically ill patient who could pass away at any moment.
He forced open a slit of an eye, looked at Phainon, and slightly curled his lips.
"Cough cough... Don't worry that this world will dissipate."
Elio's voice was barely a whisper, yet every word was clear.
"Because we... will always live in your memories, live in your heart... Then, we won't truly die."
His words seemed like a silent command.
One familiar figure after another quietly emerged beside Cyrene, solidifying into form.
Aglaea, Cipher, Teacher Anaxa, Castorice, Teacher Tribbie... The Chrysos Heirs companions appeared one by one.
They didn't speak, just quietly looked at Phainon, their faces bearing the same relieved and proud smile.
As if saying: See, you did it.
"White-haired kid!!!"
Herta's urging voice rang out again, sounding a bit impatient.
"I know this scene is very emotional, and I rarely admit to being moved, but! You'd better enter the channel now, immediately!"
"Your signal is very unstable, and if you lose contact again, heaven knows how much effort I'll have to spend to relocate you!"
The gate was completely constructed, and inside the gate was a deep darkness leading to reality.
Phainon's gaze swept over everyone, over their familiar faces, and finally, it fixed deeply on Cyrene.
He took a deep breath.
"Goodbye, everyone."
He said solemnly to everyone.
At this moment, everyone performed a synchronized action.
They clenched their right hands into fists, placed them gently over their hearts, and nodded slightly to Phainon.
Then, their voices converged into a torrent, crossing the boundary between illusion and reality, resounding through the core space.
"Many shall bid farewell to one, but that one shall witness a miracle!"
The voice was solemn, reverent, and filled with blessings and anticipation.
Phainon no longer hesitated, turned sharply, and stepped into the gate.
Behind him were the gazes of his companions watching him leave.
Before him was his reality.
The gate began to slowly close, the world of light being swallowed by darkness.
Goodbye.
However!
Just at the very last moment before the gate was about to close!
A hand suddenly reached out from deep within the gate, gripping the door frame tightly!
Crack—!
A piercing sound rang out.
The data stream forming the teleportation gate began to fluctuate unstably!
"Hey! What are you doing!" Herta's voice rang out again.
To everyone's shocked gazes, Phainon, relying on brute force, actually tore open a gap in the teleportation gate again!
He poked his head out, an unprecedented fervent light burning in his eyes.
He yelled at everyone, using all his strength, his voice hoarse, making the most important vow of his life:
"I will!"
"I will save Amphoreus!"
"I will create a miracle for everyone!!!"
"Wait for me! You must wait for me!!!"
The people outside the gate were stunned at first.
Then, Elio was the first to laugh weakly, his smile utterly relieved.
Following that, Mydei revealed a hearty and proud smile.
Everyone smiled.
Cyrene stood in the center of the light, meeting his resolute gaze. She didn't speak again.
However, the smile on her face was more brilliant than ever, and she nodded heavily.
Click—
The gate closed completely.
The last glimmer of light disappeared.
Leaving only a silent promise, echoing forever in the depths of Phainon's soul.
We will wait for you