World-Remaking Deliverer

The night dew of Oronyx wound around the laurel branches,

The savior hero, together with the black box, descended from beyond the sky into the Abyss of Fate.

She came in accordance with the Oracle, but at that time the priests feared any talk of what lay beyond the sky.

"Do not speak so loudly of the sky, that suspicious Aquila has never hesitated to bring down punishment by thunder."

Hearing this, the Deliverer answered with confident anger: "You prophet of calamity, have you never once thought that the gods too must fear punishment from mortals!"

Upon the city wall, the Deliverer watched a rose-colored dawn rise at the horizon, "First is Nikador who holds Strife, I pray that he will bring glory, and not madness."

The Deliverer lifted her hood and hurled a long spear, the spear's shadow shooting away like a lone wolf in early spring, charging into the City of Kremnos, sweeping through the narrow streets.

"In the name of Mnestia! If the thread of fate has been cut, I will weave a new chapter."

The roar of the Mad King echoed from afar, and that spear announced the departure before the footsteps did.

"My friend among the Chrysos Heirs who travels with me will be waiting along the road, I must set out."

The priests of Janus looked up at the Deliverer's loose gray hair and cheered aloud,

their joy like withered sprouts receiving nourishment.

The ice sea of Phasegousa eroded the long coastline of Styxia, and the savior hero arrived at the harbor of the River Styx, where a Great Dragon of gloomy colors had turned itself into the ferry of the underworld.

The departed souls along the banks of the River Styx turned into sweet whispers, urging the hero not to return to the mortal world. "You have made the Titans of the mortal world submit, so why not leave the work behind for those who will succeed you?"

Hearing those words, the Deliverer answered in sorrow: "You dead who are sunk here, have you never thought that my longing to save the world is greater even than my longing for reunion."

On the boat, the Deliverer recalled every single moment of the Flame-Chase journey,

"Farewell, Thanatos of "Death",

I hope you will look after my dearest friends, even though they have never feared death."

The Deliverer stroked the suede gauntlets, which still held the warmth of old friends,

From the shore blooming with Antila flowers, along the warm and damp west wind, blowing back toward the mortal world.

"Cerces, please protect my reason, so that I need never look back at the past again."

That experience of returning from the land of the dead is enough to prove the makings of a hero to anyone.

"It will not be long now, my Chrysos Heirs comrades, I will fulfill that oath that can never be erased."

The Earth of Georios welcomed her return, and the Flame-Chase journey went on.

Like the night after the black clouds have scattered, the morning star sparkles once again.

The churning black clouds of Aquila brimmed over with wrath,

The savior hero stepped onto a bridge made of rainbow, and brought down the sky that had always been beyond reach.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with the savior hero was the comrade who had gone through life and death together with her.

"The Flame-Chase is a journey of unending loss, and within it, even life itself becomes small."

Hearing those words, the Deliverer answered firmly and calmly:

"I understood your resolve long ago, and even ten thousand times over, I will not betray it."

On the road to the ritual of Recreation, the Deliverer bade farewell one by one to the comrades who guarded the way back,

"That is a journey and an epic stretching a thousand years,

That is a story handed to us by countless people who came before, and today it will surely be completed here."

The last companion draped the cloak over the Deliverer's shoulders, then turned to face the mighty enemy surging in like a tide.

That is the symbol of fighting shoulder to shoulder, at once an entrustment and an inheritance.

"If Talanton can hear it, this noble sacrifice deserves a better tomorrow."

"Indeed, we have burned everything away..."

"Only to carve the first stroke of the epic of creation."

Beneath the gentle gaze of Kephale, the Deliverer will carry the wishes of every one of them, and recreate heaven and earth...

"O Golden Cocoon, you will witness with your own eyes the romantic ending, and weave a perfect destiny anew."

"O Gate of Myriad Paths, you will open ten thousand ways home, and make real the prophecy of tomorrow's reunion."

"O Branch of Division, you sow the wisdom of "Doubt", and in the end it will sprout within everyone's wisdom."

"O Eye of Day and Night, look! That sky is without blemish, and at its very end is the rainbow light of healing."

"Return to your homeland, O "Spear of Divine Punishment", you will ascend the throne to the acclaim of all, and swear to bring peace to the world."

"Speak freely, O "Two-Sided Coin", whether it is a mischievous joke or a sincere word, you need not hide it."

"Embrace it all, O "Hand of Darkness", master of the River Styx..."

"Your gentleness is enough to warm the sea of flowers on the far shore, and every parting is worth the hope of meeting again."

"The world will hear the endless song of the "Brimming Chalice" at the banquet."

"The world will see the "Eternal Night" keeping watch over the years that cannot be forgotten."

"The undying "Pillar of Stone" will bear up the distant journey of all living beings, all the way to the end of the road."

"The "Scales of Justice" will bestow a law without self-interest, to honor the ten thousand heroes of the Flame-Chase Journey..."

""Throne of the World", you no longer need to carry everything alone.

Look, the undying blazing sun has already risen..."

Those words forged out of regret will be made whole in the poem that is written anew.

That distant destination, the one beyond all reach, will be arrived at through "Trailblaze".