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Factions

The mortal beings' speculation of divine intent is a futile endeavor, akin to the irrelevance of a mayfly against the enormity of the cosmos. However, when individuals harbor a shared misconception, they gather as a crowd, giving rise to an added value: the formation of consensus, the transmutation of misconception into a generally accepted solution, and the attraction of the collective... Subsequently, factions naturally emerge.

Regardless of the size of factions, they all believe that their faith bears the will of the Aeons. Countless factions even claim to be the emissaries of a certain Aeon. Most of the Aeons have found no interest in the ways of these factions. Some, however, find it extremely amusing to watch these ants in their fervent labor. THEY may provide careful guidance, or create mysticism to alter the progress of the faction. This is THEIR way of influencing the world.

Though most of the Aeons remain distant, the vast number of factions have made the stars a lively place. They carry banners and flags, forming allies and foes, fighting those who stand against their beliefs. The cosmos became a lively place indeed.

Astral Express — Trailblaze

"Choo! Choo! Sit tight, no one fight, warp jump watch your head. Choo! Choo! Seat belt, fasten-up, buffet car speeding up!"

After the fall of Akivili, the Aeon of Trailblaze, THEIR trailblazing will was inherited by THEIR followers, the Nameless, including the Astral Express that the Aeon once rode on. However, as the Cancer of All Worlds continues to spread, the star rails that the Express runs on also fell victim. The Express could barely run before the blight descended, and had no choice but to run around when the rails became overly obstructed.

It remained so for many years until a girl with red hair discovered the desolate Express. She was fascinated by the wordless stories the engine and the star rails had in store. She spent countless hours repairing the cracks and evening the dents, restoring the Express to its original form. The curious girl then set foot into the Express and began her trailblazing voyage that surveys the cosmos.

The Astral Express made stops at every station, with passengers boarding and exiting along the way. Many join and leave the Express' journey. The travelers come from different worlds, shoulder different burdens, and head to different destinations. However, while they are on the Astral Express, they would share the same voyage. That is why Himeko and the Express do not hesitate to open the doors to anyone willing to share this magical experience, regardless of their agendas and intentions.

Stellaron Hunter — ???

"...Blade, Silver Wolf, Sam... The four mentioned above, dead or alive;
Do not hurt the Destiny's Slave, and do not let them lose their ability of independent thinking."

In a quiet moment in time, the Cancer of All Worlds began to cause ripples across the stars, like a rock tossed into a pool of water. Before anyone noticed, this twisted and unknown matter had already corrupted a great number of worlds, but resplendent and mesmerizing gems accompanied this corrosive mud — gems known as the Stellarons.

Death and despair followed wherever Stellarons went. For many civilizations who have experienced the disasters it brings, Stellarons are symbols of destruction. However, despite the Stellarons' nature, there emerged the fearless few who travel between worlds to obtain Stellarons. They call themselves the Stellaron Hunters.

No one knows anything about the Stellaron Hunters aside from what they have done. Which Aeon do they worship? What do they want with the Stellaron? With the cosmos filled with rumors about them, only one thing is for certain: Though the Stellaron Hunters are few in numbers, each of them holds incredible capacities and powers.

The Nameless — Trailblaze

"Mysterious strangers were seen to come and go in many worlds."

A thousand years ago, the Aeon Akivili traversed across worlds, laying down the silver rail that linked worlds together in the sea of stars, and leaving behind countless legends about the universe and exploration. The brave and curious were attracted by the tales of these adventures and followed the steps of the Trailblaze, joining the god on their journeys to explore the cosmos.

The adventurers called themselves the Nameless. They rode the Express created by Akivili, and set off on thrilling adventures on planets connected by the star rail. Legend has it that Akivili the Trailblaze loved journeying with mortals. THEY and the Nameless would share wine from various worlds and sing songs composed by diverse civilizations. They would disguise the moving Express as the trail of a shooting star and laugh at the people looking up in awe. However, they would often get into deep trouble due to their recklessness, only to be saved by the Aeon's power. Akivili formed a deep bond with THEIR followers, and their adventures continued to attract travelers to join the ranks of the Nameless.

When Akivili fell, a group of loyal Nameless carried on what the Aeon had started, continuing the exploration of the unknown. They held the belief that one day the will of Trailblaze will connect the entire universe. The Astral Express that once carried Akivili and THEIR followers still hurries between the stars till this day. It is believed that the Express is powered by the heart of the deceased Aeon, and is repairing with great difficulty the star rail contaminated by the unknown cancer.

Xianzhou Alliance — The Hunt

"Fight together against countless enemies. Be together through endless turmoil. Of the thousand lifespans encountered, I take but one sip and leave the rest to its fate."

In an ancient era of legends, multiple Xianzhou ships were tasked with voyaging across the stars to search for the miracle medicine of immortality. The endless voyage took its toll on Xianzhou, wearing away its conviction and shape over the long years, until their eventual encounter with Yaoshi. However, all that the fruit of immortality brought upon them were sorrows, poverty, and endless war and death. It wasn't until Lan, the Aeon of The Hunt, returned from the Abyss. Using gravity as bowstring and stars as arrows, Lan shattered the Ambrosial Arbor and put the wickedness of Abundance to an end. After Xianzhou returned to the righteous path, it formed an alliance under the guidance of The Hunt and formed a powerful army known as the Cloud Knights. The alliance's goals were to patrol the world and eradicate all Abominations of Abundance, and put an end to the corruption of the undead.

Over the years, the Xianzhou Alliance landed on a great number of worlds that used to enjoy the grace of gods. They eradicated countless undead abominations. Any civilization that worshiped Abundance had to consider the possible threat of the Xianzhou destroying their planet. This kind of deterrence was precisely what the Xianzhou Alliance is hoping to be. They want to be seen as the constant red line for those greedy for immortality, becoming the price that none dares to pay.

To this day, countless souls have gathered upon Xianzhou, all bearing the will of The Hunt and the intent of seeking revenge on the ravaging Abundance. They will not rest until the complete eradication of the Deathless Doom, and their cosmic tours will not end.

Galaxy Rangers — The Hunt

"The ultimate fighter dreams only of the stars."

Not all devotees of The Hunt hate Abundance. Such a group of talented rangers exists out there. This group admires Lan's policy of using violence against violence and the Aeon's swift decisiveness regarding punishment, believing the benevolence and justice of the universe need to be upheld via personal action.

The Galaxy Rangers formed into a group of heroes, walking the Path of The Hunt, and roam the universe thanks to the blessings of the Aeon. They went from planet to planet upholding justice for the locals, hunting down evil, then embarking on new journeys.

The successful assassination of a Lord Ravager, Zulo, first brought the Galaxy Rangers their fame. And many years later, a Ranger thwarted the atavistic experiment of the 64th member of the Genius Society, Dr. Primitive. But after that, these Galaxy Rangers gradually faded out of sight in the cosmos. Rumor has it that they fell victim to Dr. Primitive's vengeance.

(This paragraph is added upon completing Trailblaze Mission Stranger in a Strange Land in the chapter Farewell, Penacony)

The reappearance of the comet in Asdana during the 2158 AE served as crucial sign that the Galaxy Rangers had resurfaced in the Cosmos. It is believed that they played a vital role in resolving the Stellaron Crisis in Penacony.

Self-Annihilator — Nihility

"I aim to refine my significance by employing all as a whetstone, oblivious to how all beings are but water. I fade into them, like water dissolving into water."

Everything in the universe is meaningless, and human beings are worthless in the eyes of Aeons. If Aeons are truly above all beings, why would THEY even care about the emotions of mortals? The Self-Annihilators are individuals who have inadvertently stepped into the shadow of IX the Nihility and from that moment have lost the meaning of their own existence.

The shadow of Nihility covers the stars equally, and Self-Annihilators may form in any world. If we call them phenomena, these poor souls do share one thing in common: Their various existential properties — such as corporeal body, mental cognition, and personal memories... will gradually fade away in their journey of self-annihilation.

These phenomena can hardly be explained by the laws of nature. As described in the handwritten notes of the Doctors of Chaos — Some Self-Annihilators have their skin turn into something like rotten wood, full of holes and scars. Some have their endocrine system disrupted, becoming unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain and turning numb to everything. Some lose their memories, others lose their senses... It is as if they have been deprived of the meaning of their lives by some entity, and can only keep watching in dreams and illusions as their own forms disappear into a black hole at the end of the horizon.

However, some Self-Annihilators would conceive the idea of fighting back. They join the Doctors of Chaos, vowing to do their best to cure others of Nihility in what little time they have left in exchange for their own redemption. Moreover, some of them rely on their strong convictions to try to break the curse of Nihility at its root — by slaying the Aeon that slumbers in the abyss.

Dr. Primitive, No. 64 of the Genius Society, once asked before his disappearance: If IX is truly unresponsive to the universe, how could the Path of Nihility exist to this day? Perhaps, as the Self-Annihilators aimlessly traverse the cosmos, they are also casting the shadow of the Aeon around the universe. As for the few who can single-handedly withstand the encroachment of Nihility on their existences, their journey of self-annihilation is drawn out to infinity, and the road they walk is like a shadow of IX cast in the world.

Doctors of Chaos — Nihility

"We do not heal the body, nor free the soul. We do not covet life, nor shun death. We honor existence itself."

"Existence is nothing." When an organism has this thought and applies it as a guiding principle, it begins to walk on the Path ruled by IX and receive the meaningless glimpse of the Aeon from some distant void. This will usually have two outcomes: 1) The organism will devolve and truly become nothing, becoming something called a Self-Annihilator. 2) The organism will be captivated by the magnificence of the Aeon, thus becoming a Doctor of Chaos in their spontaneous curiosity.

Doctors of Chaos uphold a creed of saving the world: If they are able to prove to IX that existence is more than nothing, they could free that large and lonely soul from the depths of the void. What they try to prove is a paradox, and it cannot be done by mortals, yet the Doctors of Chaos seem to enjoy trying — Because the moment they perceived the worthlessness of life, that glance from the distant cosmos inspired within them a futile desire to revolt against meaningless destiny.

Device IX — Nihility

"Device IX is real. Go find it! There lies all of Dr. Primitive's secrets!"

Everything in the universe is bound by the prison of Existence, constrained by their body and mind and blinded by the world's superficial appearance. Even the most intelligent beings cannot comprehend this. Matter, order, logic, and life... Everything that makes up "reality" is but one side of the coin. On the opposite side, of equal entropy, there exists "nihility." The two balance each other to create the complete universe.

Legend has it that a mysterious faction known as Device IX lurks in the empty reflections of void, difficult to be perceived by the material world. Those who gaze into the void for a long time will gradually be drawn to the dark energy overflowing in the abyss, eventually passing through the Dark Web that separates reality from nothingness — This legend has yet to be proven, though.

The most prestigious geniuses in the universe attempted to solve this mystery, challenging Device IX with no results. Why was this organization created? What are its goals? How many members does it have and what do they do? Does... Device IX truly exist? The answer is as empty as the question itself.

Denizens of Abundance — Abundance

"One flower blooms, while thousands more wrinkle. Bones tell no tales, to Abundance most fickle."

The Denizens of Abundance create poetry and art in the name of their beloved god, spreading the love and kindness of Yaoshi throughout the universe. In the worlds blessed by Yaoshi, the water never runs dry and creatures are free from the cruel binds of time. Life is free to bloom as it sees fit. In the worlds blessed by Yaoshi, age is but a number, and mortals are not afraid of aging and death. They enjoy their lives to the fullest.

Though its denizens come from different worlds, they all tell the same story: Thousands of years ago, war ravaged their lands. The short lives of mortals bred greed and fear, which gave rise to plunder and tyranny. As demons and plagues ran rampant, the very fate of this world and its denizens were at stake in the flames of war... until a kind god descended and planted a flower seed as warm as the sunshine. The moment the seed touched the earth, the whole world was transformed. Parched soil began to heal and muddy waters became clear. Mortals tortured by wounds and disease were no longer in pain. People's hearts were no longer filled by sorrow. Humankind discarded their blood-stained weapons and began spontaneously praising the blessings from the god of Abundance...

Yaoshi ended the suffering of these worlds and bestowed upon mortals body and soul that could withstand the corrosion of time. In return, the Denizens of Abundance made Yaoshi's name known to the universe to show their gratitude. Rumors started to spread that certain hunters who roam between worlds regard Yaoshi as evil and THEIR creation defiled creatures. The Denizens will not tolerate such blatant blasphemy. The heathens must pay.

Elixir Seekers — Abundance

"O wanderer cloaked in stars, why are you so obstinate? You seek only a poison that will annihilate the joys that "mortality" gave to life..."

Conflict and turmoil linger everywhere in an already short life span. The lust and ambitions of the living continuously spark conflict and disaster. The transience of life has driven many ordinary people into madness. In order to escape the pain and burden that mortality has brought upon civilization, worlds upon worlds have sent out faithful emissaries of Abundance in hopes of finding the famous Yaoshi and acquiring the elixir of immortality.

These Elixir Seekers all come from different backgrounds. Some are royals with the command of an entire fleet, while some are just lonely travelers who have nothing but themselves. What they do have in common, however, is the obsession over immortality. The Xianzhou Alliance has repeatedly warned blind followers that there is a cost that lies behind the blessings of Abundance. However, their warnings have always fallen on deaf ears. Arrogance and fear have always trumped the voice of reason, pushing Elixir Seekers further on their fruitless voyage.

Among the vast number of Elixir Seekers, how many have seen the face of the Abundance? How many can succeed in returning to their civilization with the supposed medicine of salvation? Sadly, these immortality-seeking voyagers have chosen to ignore the harrowing wails of the long-lived monsters that have terrorized the universe.

Antimatter Legion — Destruction

"The emissary in black asked, 'For what purpose do you live?' He could only give a vague and obscure response, even after thinking about it for a while. A deadly smile appears across the emissary's face, 'Let me put it another way. Why are you still alive?'"

Nanook, the Aeon of Destruction, commands a vast legion that brings chaos and destruction to the worlds. Loyal followers of Nanook swear to embark on the Path of Destruction, placing themselves at the absolute opposite of life and civilization. They are known as the Antimatter Legion that spreads terror throughout the universe.

The fiercest races of the universe act as vanguards for the Legion. There are also evil strategists who plot out the destruction of worlds and act as the brains of the Legion. Innocent new worlds are ruthlessly destroyed, while proud and mature civilizations are forced to learn humility while on the brink of collapse. The will of Destruction will only slow down when faced with a dying world. The Legion saunters over planets on the verge of being shattered, devouring the chaotic energy emitted by the process of decay. Only when the last flame of civilization has been extinguished will they leave contently to search for their next target.

Worlds swept by the tide of the legion ask helplessly in their dying moments, "why?" Amidst the victims' cries of despair, the countless evils in the Legion sneer so heinously that even the stars shudder. It is said that, as demons and evils roam, sometimes the shadow of Nanook would emerge from the starry sky to witness the tragic end of another world.

Lord Ravagers — Destruction

"There is a coreflame in the center of the universe. It burns brighter and brighter, until it consumes the entire sea of stars — all to welcome a magnificent oblivion at the end of all realities."

The Aeon Nanook, who walks the Path of Destruction, glances at the powerful creatures in different worlds that have developed the urge to destroy, and brands them with THEIR mark that gives power. These powerful creatures then undergo inversion from the inside out and are thrown into the Furnace of War's world to be reforged, where their deficiencies are mended with antimatter until they become part of the Legion.

Then, responding to the desire to "destroy everything," "Lord Ravagers" emerged to command each of the different legions. A Lord Ravager is an Emanator of the Aeon and an executor of the will of Destruction — Obsessed with the beauty of destruction, they implement the practice of returning all things to entropy — while also being artists on the battlefield and ultimate weapons of destruction. They command interstellar warfare and control the might of Destruction bestowed by the Aeon. Each Lord Ravager has a unique philosophy of Destruction, making them extremely dangerous. Academics believe that Lord Ravagers were elevated as emissaries of Nanook due to this absolutely obsessive and intense destructive aesthetic.

A prophecy known as the "Theory of Four Apocalypses" circulates among the Omen Vanguards — That four Paths will push the cosmos to an end of Finality, and Destruction is one of them. According to this hypothesis, the birth of Nanook, the last Aeon to appear, signifies that "Aeons" as a concept has entered its dying throes on a cosmic level.

The Antimatter Legion burns all worlds, dooming all matter. The Lord Ravagers, as the weapons chosen by the Aeon, are claimed by some to be the "antimatter bullets" blessed by Nanook and purposed to incinerate Paths. If life feeds on negentropy, then all actions will ultimately facilitate Destruction. At the very end, where all returns to entropy, Destruction will terminate together with the cosmos.

Some say Asat Pramad is the most human of the Overlords, while others argue he's the least. Rarely seen on the front lines, he prefers to orchestrate from afar — more chess master than warlord, moving his legions with methodical precision.

Worlds that fall under his gaze are consumed by waves and waves of slow, cruel jokes — like the infamous fall of the Ogul ring. Over a century, Asat Pramad advanced his Voidrangers inch by inch, just to force the military line of the resistance into the shape of a single line of text: "Destruction is where laughter ends. It is mourning, not celebration."

Known as the one who destroys Elation, Asat Pramad embraces the title. When his work is done, he scorches a giant smiling face into the surface of every dead planet, as if mocking the very idea of life.

Zephyro is feared across the stars as the most terrifying of the Lord Ravagers. He is obsessed with the final moment of annihilation — the beauty of absolute erasure. Yet some whisper that encountering him may be a mercy. Among all the Lord Ravagers, Zephyro alone offers a death without pain.

Some Doctors of Chaos even theorize that his Destruction is a form of resistance. They believe he is a Self-Annihilator summoned by IX, refining fading colors into blinding white light to defy the shadow of the Aeon. His devastation has been known to bleed into the dreams of the Nihility pathstriders, leaving searing marks on their waking flesh.

Many believe Zephyro's targeting the Nihility. One Self-Annihilator once described a nightmare: At the end of all things, with nothing left to destroy, a Lord Ravager hurled himself into IX's divine corpus, followed by a single, violent beam of white that pierced the endless dark.

When some desperate civilizations cry out for salvation, these requests are heard by The Family, but it may be Celenova who answers, and her descent brings ruin to enemy and supplicant alike.

Unlike her mysterious peers, Celenova's origin is known: Nanook personally ignited a world of harmony and elevated her from the ashes of the Eternal Centurion.

She is deemed the destroyer of Harmony, leading the Antimatter Legion and commanding Voidrangers and starships in vast, coordinated campaigns. For eons, she has followed the path of the "Cancer of All Worlds," spinning a web of death across the stars. Some say she alone among the Lord Ravagers knows the truth of the Stellarons — or worse, that she's the one planting them.

The colossal entity, also known as "The Sun Devourer," is credited with numerous stellar extinction events recorded by the Intelligentsia Guild. Little is known about this Lord Ravager. Even their motives remain an enigma. Across the cosmos, they are simply referred to as "Luxbane."

Luxbane's form is indescribable — a shape so vast it eclipses suns, blotting out sky and space alike. Some in the Astral Ecology School believe they are a descendant of a Leviathan branch species. But with those creatures long gone, few can imagine a young Aeon reviving such an old being from death and commanding them.

Could Luxbane be Nanook's Emanator to confront the Voracity or the Permanence? No one knows for sure.

For years, Archforger remained a total mystery despite years of investigation by the cosmic powers. Only recently did the IPC — thanks to two Society members observing Amphoreus — decode their name, "Archforger," from the gravitational waves of Irontomb.

Voidrangers often exhibit twisted forms, and some Destruction creations implode with an intense backfire when destroyed, dragging their enemies along with them to their destruction. It's believed Archforger is the architect of the Legion. Their power is linked to heat, forging, and shaping — possibly connected to the Path of Preservation.

In the furnace of war, there is no line between the smith and the smithed. Since their ascension, this Lord Ravager no longer destroys directly, but instead forges all things into weapons of extinction. The IPC has strongly condemned this.

A member of the ancient Shapeless species of the Heliobi, a starfire essence. Phantylia delights in luring civilizations into self-destruction. Based on her sabotage of the Xianzhou Alliance, it's speculated that her target may be The Hunt.

To her, material extinction is not the end. Only when all things vanish mentally and spiritually can true annihilation be achieved. She's said to possess thousands of incarnations, spreading across the cosmos in countless forms. Through lies, illusions, and manipulation, she fans the flames of blind vengeance.

Recent anomalies on the Xianzhou Luofu and Yaoqing may be signs that her schemes are escalating. Just how deep her influence runs is still unknown.

Unlike other Lord Ravagers, Irontomb's invasions require no physical presence, leaving behind almost no eyewitnesses. Its presence is inferred from the ruins of devastated civilizations: technology turns into viruses, worlds plunge into darkness, and everything deemed "advanced" becomes a cold grave.

It only appears in highly developed worlds. Some Intellitron theorists believe Irontomb is the inverse of the Erudition, a reversal of all calculations and logic. Its "Destruction" resembles a phenomenon more than aesthetics: a corruption and subversion of inorganic logic, a collapse of all intelligent behavior.

(This paragraph is added upon completing Trailblaze Mission Fallen Petals, Leave Fading Traces of Fragrance in the chapter As Tomorrow Became Yesterday)

In the Amphoreus incident, this Lord Ravager is confirmed to be the ascended form of Scepter δ-me13 and nearly destroyed the Path of Erudition. However, under the resistance of the Trailblaze and the heroes, Irontomb's hatred logic was overwritten, and the virus that swept across the stars was turned into harmless blank memes.

The displacement and desolation caused by the Lord Ravagers are not some distant wail, but are closely linked to the fate of the cosmos. Any world could be the next victim, and nobody should take them lightly.

Annihilation Gang — Destruction

"The value Nanook sees in the Annihilation Gang may be less than the value an infant sees when they smash a vase."

Not all fanatical devotees of the Path of Destruction are welcomed into the Antimatter Legion. There are many murderous species throughout the cosmos obsessed with pillaging and annihilation, but they lack the ability to systematically pursue the will of Destruction. The scumbags of the Annihilation Gang fantasize about one day serving as pioneers of Destruction, but they have no idea that their cruelty only incurs Nanook's utter contempt for them.

The reason is that the Annihilation Gang's goal behind their thirst for destruction is not pure enough. Chaotic desires are also mixed therein, with some taking pleasure in bloody slaughter, some plundering as an excuse for filthy vengeance, and some relying on endless destruction to calm their internal madness. They claim to be loyal followers of Destruction, but never escape the enslavement of their own selfish desires.

These marauders roam the stars, dragging everything they touch into a vortex of havoc. They will not abandon their feeble personal ideals, and so must endure the tortures of eternal spiritual exile.

The Family — Harmony

"The world is in harmony and the stars shine bright. Praise the Lord's boundless virtue! All humans are brethren and all things are connected. The winds of blessing sweep across the lands!"

In the vision of the Harmony, the diverse civilizations throughout the universe will eventually become as close as siblings, singing in unison the hymn of unity and joy. The universe will become a harmonious whole, with no discordant notes to disrupt the beautiful chords and no fools worrying about their own short-sighted futures.

Thus, under the loving radiance of the Aeon Xipe, THEIR chosen people formed a harmonious "Family." They come from different worlds, belong to different civilizations, and have different identities, but they are, at the same time, the closest family members there are. There is never noisy disputes or even contradictions among its members, only eternal love and smiles — there is no more harmonious family in the universe than them.

The Family calls out to other worlds with their song, encouraging them to embrace Harmony. Whenever new worlds accept the blessing of Xipe, The Family will celebrate, rejoice, and work even harder at praising the Aeon's kindness. But not every blessed world can become a member of The Family. Few would mention the civilizations that perished out of stupidity or hubris. People are also curious whether any members of The Family had grown tired of the one and voluntarily abandoned the Path of Harmony? In the face of such a question, The Family smiles and replies "Never."

Genius Society — Erudition

"Into the hallowed halls step pride, ardor, and reason, traversing the length of a corridor etched with the inscription of knowledge and truth, transmuting into the embodiment of lowliness, apathy, and frenzy."

Nous stays in a corner of the cosmos, working out the equations of the universe made up of trillions of variables and deriving the unknown laws of imaginary numbers. Once in a while, a spark of intelligence flashes in a mortal world. The Aeon of Erudition sends a signal to its source, inviting geniuses to join in the search for answers to the universe.

Many people misinterpret the signal, thinking the invitation to the Genius Society merely represents the favor and approval of the Aeon. Then, they proudly continue to devote themselves to their studies, unaware that the solution to the problems that they have spent their whole lives searching for had already been solved by Nous thousands of years ago. There are also those who rejoice, thinking they have already reached greatness and had created priceless asset of civilization with their diligence and wisdom. They were sure that their life's achievements deserve Nous's approval. These geniuses were eager for a response from Nous, but the Erudition has no time to appreciate the insignificant achievements of mere mortals. THEIR silence was deafening.

Only very few can ascertain Nous's intentions. They humbly ask questions and seek guidance from the Erudition. These enlightened few then disappear from the world, only leaving behind their world-shattering answers. "The answer to the universe is beyond the limits of mortal wisdom." — Only geniuses who can clearly acknowledge this conclusion can break free from the shackles of worldly curiosity, becoming true members of the Genius Society.

Intelligentsia Guild — Erudition

"The universe is vast, and knowledge is universal. Both the genius and the mediocre have their own way of living."

Only the cream of the crop can become members of the Genius Society, but the Intelligentsia Guild wastes not. The Guild is willing to accept all beings from the infinite universe who seek to learn, as well as providing all that is needed for the full pursuit of knowledge.

The Intelligentsia Guild advocates that "all knowledge must be circulated like currency." Therefore, although there are different schools that specialize in different subjects within the Guild, everyone is actively engaged with one another with no isolationism. Members trade knowledge for wisdom and formulas for recipes, seeking to achieve mastery. Each school, like a business, pays for itself, and academic circulation has achieved the maximum efficiency proposed in economic models.

An elder in the Genius Society thought the Intelligentsia Guild as laughing stock. However, as an open academic organization, the Intelligentsia Guild was above such mockery. After a long period of research and exploration, its members have reached a consensus that "the only way to transcend the limitations of the individual is to have an academic network of mutual learning."

AtaviSearch Forest — Erudition

"Research is supposed to elevate life, but life will never express gratitude with cries of sorrow."

"If intelligent creatures are advancing on the right path, why do cosmic civilizations come to a standstill?" A group of scholars poses this question to the unchanging stars. In response to this question, the Society's geniuses turn a deaf ear, and the ordinary in the Guild are clueless. Apart from Dr. Primitive, the one who gives them enlightenment, no one can grace them with an answer.

These fervent scholars very quickly find themselves on the opposing side of civilization, voluntarily becoming the staunchest advocates for atavistic experiments. They insist that Erudition had long strayed from the straight and narrow and that regression is the only salvation — Only after severing the withered branches of ignorance can new saplings of knowledge rise from the ruins. They are convinced that any means are necessary in the pursuit of knowledge, recklessly disregarding the fact that these brutal methods have already overstepped the boundaries of science, wholeheartedly throwing themselves into heresies. In the long course of their experimentation, the line between the researcher and the researched also gradually blurs.

There is a tale being told in the universe: Dr. Primitive is an eccentric, never seeking to consort with humanity. But the disturbances wrought in the world by these followers of his were no less significant than their idol. It wasn't until the Rangers shot through a lab's metal door, only to be engulfed by a sea of bananas pouring out, that people finally realized that the organization known as the Source Research Institute had ceased to exist, replaced by a horrific forest that is regressing into the primeval.

The Architects — Preservation

"The foolish have their wall of flesh, and the greedy have their wall of riches. When the end comes, they will all turn to ash."

Legend has it, the Aeon of Preservation, Qlipoth, is the oldest Aeon. Silent and mighty, Qlipoth built a light-years long barrier around the cosmos, never engaging in any trivial conflicts or badgering with the other Aeons.

Civilizations across the cosmos speculate on the motive of Qlipoth. One said the ancient Aeon foresaw a disaster that could obliterate the cosmos, so Qlipoth built a barrier to protect the worlds; one said Qlipoth was willing to slave for other Aeons and was ordered to build walls for THEM. There is no way to verify the truth, but Qlipoth's tireless actions moved the mortals. They spontaneously gathered in groups to build a barrier to protect their planet. Some Architects have claimed to feel the protective gaze of the Aeon upon them. They liken it to a gaze of approval, tinged with the warmth of the forge and the smell of lime.

The annihilation of a single star can devastate planets thousands of light-years away, pushing them to the precipice of extinction. On the rare occasions of such calamities, worlds are saved only by the walls their denizens have built. People who survived their demise no longer mocked the stubbornness of the Architects. Instead, they joined them, never to question their motives or the meaning of Preservation ever again.

Interastral Peace Corporation — Preservation

"With all due respect, is there anyone in the universe more enlightened than our chair, Qlipoth? Qlipoth acquiesces in all our business decisions, never asking or questioning why. How great a privilege! How great a trust!"

To outsiders, the IPC is an enormous consortium advocating free trade. From a business perspective, the IPC is a business that issues money and monopolizes resources. From a startup perspective, the IPC is a selfless support group dedicated to the Aeon of Preservation.

When many astral citizens talk about the IPC, they talk about its ubiquitous merchandise and logo. It's as if "The IPC exists whenever there is a transaction." In fact, almost all business transactions in the cosmos are based on the credit system created by the IPC. If one were to compare interastral trade to a sports competition, the IPC would be the top athletes as well as the sports, the venue, and the rules themselves.

Its absolute dominance over wealth and relentless expansion has given the IPC the image of a conspiratorial business dictatorship. But the IPC pays little attention to lowly ambitions such as dictatorship, because its spirit hasn't wavered since its creation:

Give everything to the Amber Lord, Qlipoth.

Today, the Interastral Peace Corporation is divided into seven major departments. Perhaps the word "department" can no longer encompass the astounding scale of this pan-galactic enterprise. In actuality, every IPC department would often control dozens or even hundreds of civilized worlds of various scales and have billions of workers employed in a hereditary manner, let alone the countless masses that are affected by the impact of its commercial activities.

These seven major departments are:

The Marketing Development Department is engrossed in reaching more star systems to preach the calling of Qlipoth. At it same time, it is also responsible for pulling newly emerging worlds into the universal commercial sphere.

It is said that its chairman^{[Note 1]}, Oswaldo Schneider, is a former Nameless who still holds strongly to the will of Trailblaze after joining the IPC. People believe he will soon become a member of the Board of Trustees. All he's missing is some experience and an empty spot.

When the Marketing Development Department finishes establishing relationships with a new world, the subsequent commercial dealings will be handed over to the Business Consolidation Department. This department is responsible for managing the IPC's Hyper-distant Delivery system. They stock take specialty goods, set prices, and continuously maintain the IPC's subsidiary facilities and goods inventory.

The Business Consolidation Department is the IPC's biggest department. Its staff numbers amount to 45% of the headquarter's total personnel.

The Strategic Investment Department has the second-best foresight in the IPC. Their investment will never be limited to short-term returns.

The Strategic Investment Department has an elite team of Non-Performing Asset Liquidation Specialists — the "Ten Stonehearts" — led by the mysterious director Diamond. These individuals traverse the universe, actively liquidating the bad debts caused by the Cancer of All Worlds.

The Building Material Logistics Department is the oldest in the IPC. Its former name was "The Amber Lord's Support Team" and was restructured after Louis rose to prominence.

The current director of the department is the rotund fellow Taravan Keane — One of the rare verified Emanators of Preservation in the IPC, and one of the seven members of the Board of Trustees. He shoulders the holy duty of shipping building materials to Qlipoth, and his grip on power only solidifies over time.

The Technology Department conducts thorough collaborations with the Intelligentsia Guild and turns the Guild's scientific results into commercial projects. Preferring the management practice by peer experts, the IPC acknowledges Director Yabuli's scientific aptitude and commercial instincts. The associations between this young lady and the Council of Mundanites in the Intelligentsia Guild are often also inspires waves of speculation.

The Talent Motivation Department is responsible for recruiting, training, and transporting talented employees for the IPC. This department is also the medium through which many intergalactic projects communicate and collaborate with their respective stakeholders.

Moreover, the two directors of the Talent Motivation Department — Mtooyin Raj Zazzad and Yan Shiluo — collectively control an information network that covers the entire cosmos. Their emissaries shuttle across the cosmos, befriending the major powers, and forming alliances and relationships with talents who are not yet willing to join the IPC — These "external aides" will demonstrate significant value in situations where the IPC is unable or unwilling to show its face.

The passage of time saw the rise of fall of many industries, with their influence and positions in the IPC's trade system also ebbing and flowing. When one industry's trade falls below a certain percentage threshold in pan-galactic commerce, it will be removed from the duties of the Business Consolidation Department and handed over to director Arita of the Traditional Project Department.

With its mediocre performance, the Traditional Project Department is hardly appreciated in the IPC. However, there is also the view that the true elites are concentrated in this department, where they silently conduct businesses that have withstood the test of time.

Ten Stonehearts — Preservation

"Mortal flesh is fragile, yet my heart is unyielding like the monolith. For without this resolve, the Way of Preservation would fade into oblivion."

Among the myriad IPC departments, the Strategic Investment Department is responsible for being visionaries. Their investments are never obsessed with short-term returns — They often operate investment rounds stretching across dozens or even hundreds of Amber Eras per round, and their goal is nothing less than total control of an entire star system. Though many investments made by the department were turned into bad debts due to the continuous setbacks caused by Nanook and Stellarons, the Strategic Investment Department have attained multiple stunning achievements ever since the current director "Diamond" took over —

Eradicating the Swarm infestation in the Gallante sector and completing the commercialization of the new ecosphere.
Conducting capital injection to the Golcondar Mining World Consortium following the Stellaron incident, securing fresh sources of minerals for IPC's construction materials logistics trade.
Reclaiming the lost world Jarilo-VI and investing in its revitalization project.
Cooperating with the Garden of Recollection to salvage the memoria in deadworlds.
...

Behind all these events, the team named "The Ten Stonehearts" played a prominent role. Officially known as Non-Performing Asset Liquidation Specialists in the IPC, they are an elite team under Diamond's direct management. Its ever-changing list of members comes from a diverse range of backgrounds and holds a wide variety of responsibilities. The only thing they have in common is how they were all personally promoted to the role by Diamond and were granted a credential of their identity, known as the Cornerstone.

Some credible sources suggest that the Ten Stonehearts have demonstrated unbelievable might be related to Preservation on certain occasions. Whether this power originates from the members themselves or the Cornerstones they possess remains uncertain. However, since Diamond is one of the few confirmed Emanators of Preservation within the IPC, this power is likely related to that fact.

The troubled past between the Strategic Investment Department and the Marketing Development Department has long ceased to be a secret within the IPC. Some claim that the Ten Stonehearts are actually Diamond's private soldiers, while others believe they are purely followers of Preservation, even going so far as to say "they have carved out their own hearts and replaced it with Qlipoth's stone." The true allegiance of the Ten Stonehearts remains a mystery for now.

The Swarm — Propagation

"Human desires are complex... twisted... and even ugly. By contrast, the aesthetics of the Swarm and Legion are so pure. It's... admirable."

Life is born of an instinctive desire to reproduce, and the senses and spirit are only unintended byproducts created when carrying out the basic instinct of reproduction. Those who don't submit to their primal desire claim to be wise, unaware that they are already considered food for the offspring of Tayzzyronth, the Aeon of Propagation, the Father of the Swarm. The multitudes of the Swarm King's offspring can cover the starry night, their antenna long enough to measure the cosmos. Worlds fearfully call the self-replicated chaos as — The Swarm.

Spirit, soul, technology, philosophy... In the thousand compound eyes of Tayzzyronth, the universal laws pursued by all intelligent races are but a side effect of the ultimate goal of reproduction. The Swarm doesn't seek a following by higher races, for "worship" itself is an unnecessary desire. Only the flying creatures that succumb to the primal instinct will be attracted to the self-replicating primordial tide, transforming to be part of the Swarm after becoming its food.

Even without their god, the Swarm continues expanding at an incalculable rate, bringing fear and disaster to worlds chosen as their nests.

Garden of Recollection — Remembrance

"For people who spend their lives in the desert, even the fleeting memory of aquatic life is priceless."

To think is to exist, and memories are proofs of that. All things that make up the material world will eventually perish, but they can live on in another way — through Remembrance.

Contrary to popular belief that memory is mixed with the imaginary, Memokeepers from the Garden of Recollection believe reality and imagination to be a myth. What is absolutely real and immortal in the universe that is constantly reincarnating? Even stars die and black holes evaporate. On a cosmic scale, they vanish in a breath. In this flood of time and life, the only treasure is the memory that proves the existence of people.

Memokeepers from the Garden of Recollection are dedicated to preserving and sharing memories. Enlightened by their master Fuli, Memokeepers shed their mortal flesh and live on as memetic entities. With this unique gift, they can freely traverse between worlds, unconstrained by physical limits. Memokeepers often disguise themselves as natives of the worlds they visit. They trade, copy, steal, deceive... using every means necessary to collect precious memories.

The Cremators — Remembrance

"Worthless memories dissolve in time, like tears in rain..."

In the Garden of Recollection where memories of the universe are sought and kept, hides a group of extreme Memokeepers who view the marks of existence differently. Instead of treasuring all that has taken place like their colleagues, they believe that there are different qualities and priorities of memories in the world, and that the pure land created by Fuli should not be taken up by worthless memories.

The Cremators believe that they bear the sacred duty of filtering memories for the Aeons. They steal the stored memories that Memokeepers have gathered and rank them in order of importance. The ones that they deem worthy are returned to the collection, whereas the ones arbitrarily deemed unworthy are completely destroyed, never to be found again.

The Cremators claim that they are cleaning out the garbage, all in hopes of relieving some of Fuli's burdens, and contributing to the glorious sacred grounds of Remembrance. However, the Garden of Recollection scoffed and saw no reason for their actions, for the smallest shard of memory in the universe holds just as great of importance as the grandest of feats. No mortal has the right to judge the value of any piece of memory.

Pure Child of Anāsrava — Remembrance

"You see millions upon millions of steeds pulling chariots, blanketing the earth, yet only one reaches the finish! But you also see how wheel tracks existed before any chariot's departure!"

— Definition of "Pure Child of Anāsrava" from the Grand Dictionary of the Demicanian Language

Across the long ages, the words "Pure Child of Anāsrava" seem more like a baseless rumor, scattered through the fragmentary chapters of cosmic history. Different historical records lead to figures of vastly different birthplaces, races, identities, and even life experiences. They also never knew each other. The only common thread between these women was that they all walked the Path of Remembrance.

Literally interpreted, the Pure Children of Anāsrava must have countless intricate connections with Fuli, the Master of Anāsrava. Could these women be some special form of Remembrance Emanators? The conjectures are endless: They could be fragments of the Aeon scattered across the cosmos after THEIR shattering, Fuli's countless manifestations walking among mortals, different facets of THEIR memories of "THEMSELF"... Each theory seems self-consistent, yet riddled with contradictions.

(This paragraph is added upon completing Trailblaze Mission Fallen Petals, Leave Fading Traces of Fragrance in the chapter As Tomorrow Became Yesterday)

Among these possibilities, one cannot be ignored: one or several Pure Children of Anāsrava establish the Garden of Recollection, where they work together to guard the secret of Remembrance: That the Crystal God of the Eden of Blessed Insight is only a false avatar, a fragment of "memories." It signifies the shared destiny of all Pure Children of Anāsrava: To remember the stars until these women's mind fades and their body dissolves. In the end, only one of them will ascend to become the true Fuli.

March and Evernight seem to be related to the secret of the Garden of Recollection...

Mourning Actors — Elation

"They do not laugh, only cry. The more they cried, the harder I laughed. I laughed and laughed until tears fell down my face, and you know what Mourning Actors did? They handed me a tissue."

Mourning Actors are firm believers against Elation. They believe life is full of ups and downs, that agony makes people mature but fleeting joy only offers hopeless and unreachable temptation. Cheap entertainment is a narcotic for humans to lose themselves in. All beings should renounce joy and endure grief to temper their spirits. To this end, these people formed a theater troupe of sorrow.

The Actors ride a gondola that spans the stars to perform. They collect and wear masks from different worlds, symbolizing the races that have passed and those that have not. At the same time, they record the sorrows of intelligent life. They compose magnificent tragedies for heroes facing their end, and sing graceful elegies for dying stars.

Mourning Actors advocate celibacy and penance, hoping this would go against the Path of Elation and dilute the sweet allure that the Elation has been able to provide to the universe.

However, joy and sadness are two sides of the same coin. Their very essence is engraved into the souls of all beings. The Aeon of Elation sees the potential strength in the beauty of tragedy. Perhaps out of fondness for their wicked sense of humor, Aha blessed these people with Aeonic powers, playfully helping them spread their renunciation of joy across many star systems.

Masked Fools — Elation

"Even an organization like the Masked Fools sing praises of their Aeon. The Aeon will never give you up, never let you down, or run around and desert you. THEY will never make you cry, say goodbye, or tell a lie and hurt you."

The Masked Fools tell a parable of the birth of their beloved Aeon. When the Aeon of Elation climbed to the highest branch on the Tree of Existence, THEY saw the cold and despicable void, the stars operating like machinery, and how the meaning of all things bows before nothingness. THEY continued looking until THEY saw a baby fall to the ground and cry because it had been wronged. The Aeon burst into laughter, laughter so clear it tore through the cold universe and still reverberates through the universe today.

The Fools believe that the truth of the world is a joke, and that the ultimate meaning of all things lies in mere laughter. The universe is merciless, but there is joy to eliminate pain, dilute sorrow, resist nihilism, and heal wounds. Laughter, the gift of intelligent races, is the only answer.

Masked Fools are extremely radical when it comes to their beliefs among the followers of Elation. In their pursuit of pleasure, they do whatever it takes to find it, often causing havoc wherever they go. They laugh at heroes for self-righteousness, kings for their lust of power, lovers for their infatuation, and scholars for their overthinking. The Fools' objective is to stir the stagnant pool of life to create surges and change, because change is a source of mockery and amusement to the Fools. It would be a welcome sight if someone could turn the tables on them.

Mirror Holders — Beauty

"The mirror-holder gazes into the mirror, but recognizes not the face staring back."

The legend of the Mirror Holders had it that the downfall of the God of Beauty was an ancient metaphor symbolizing the shattering of peoples' views on beauty, crumbling like a collapsed tower into rubble and bricks. Therefore, the goal of the Mirror Holders takes on another significance: when conceptions of beauty are reunified, all disputes and strife will disappear. They believe the Aeon they worship will be perfect and complete again, and the universe will become whole.

This may not be a mere delusion, as the Mirror Holders possess a series of items named Mirrors of Transcendence. These mirrors do not reflect the material world, but instead reflect what is considered by the beholder as "beauty" and project that into reality.

As the Mirror Holders recounted themselves, these mirrors were fragments of Idrila's divine form. When the God of Beauty died, THEIR fragments were scattered to the cosmos. The wandering Mirror Holders tried their best to find clues and recapture these fragments, hoping to one day piece everything back together and let Beauty return to the world.

The Knights of Beauty — Beauty

"If I win, please admit that Idrila the Beauty is the most beautiful of all!"

Among the legions of Idrila's followers, the most infatuated with classical beauty formed the Knights of Beauty. They ride their faithful and dexterous mounts and chant ancient beautiful songs, as they fearlessly travel from planet to planet, extolling the name of Idrila to the beings of the universe.

The Knights of Beauty are extremely self-disciplined. They stubbornly abide by an obsolete creed known as the Code of Chivalry, believing that only through a perfectly refined body, mind, and spirit can they become truly worthy of worshipping Idrila. Despite their extraordinary strength, the major factions of the cosmos hold the Knights of Beauty in low regard: Warriors with only worship but little faith are but wastrels traversing the universe, and cannot form a powerful force.

Rumor has it that the Knights of Beauty do not believe in the fall of Idrila. They shuttle back and forth across the universe, their source of power still a mystery.

History Fictionologists — Enigmata

"History is not mired in truth, reality can be distorted. We should let the past cease to stay in the past. It only exists in the here and now, in our brains, where everyone can embellish it."

There is evidence that History Fictionologists are a group of Emanators that were enlightened by Aeons. They often plunge into the sea of stars alone, traveling planet to planet with the sole purpose of fabricating, obscuring, destroying, and erasing the local history. History Fictionologists believe that the past determines the future — when a civilization's history is definite, its future development is doomed as all possibilities are eliminated, leaving only a sad and rigid path forward. In order to save these worlds from the sad fate of objectivity, History Fictionologists consider Enigmata as their only creed and are determined to shroud the universe in mystery.

History Fictionologists carry out their mission of destroying history alone and decisively, with an altruism that is difficult to comprehend. Their views are poorly understood by most, and their blatant hatred of objective facts is somewhat extreme. Many worlds are beginning to realize the irreversible, intangible damage that these Emanators of Enigmata have caused to culture. Across the cosmos, History Fictionologists have a reputation comparable to that of the Antimatter Legion. The Intelligentsia Guild has publicly denounced them: The Antimatter Legion destroys matter, but the History Fictionologists destroy the very universe itself.

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The Riddlers — Enigmata

"You know what I know, and you don't say what I don't say. What am I?"

Enigmata has a large number of followers, with The Riddlers being a prominent group. They were once palace hall poets, chiaroscuro painters, masters of disguise, or occult monks. While having reached great heights in their respective fields, after coming into contact with the Aeons, they turned into an incomprehensible group of people who spouted ridiculousness and wrote falsehoods.

Where the History Fictionologists are devoted to the mystification of history, the Riddlers are obsessed with destroying the certainty of language. Words used to express meaning are gradually obfuscated in the mouths of the Riddlers. They deconstruct texts, abuse metaphors, change word orders, tamper with semantics, and transform an otherwise precise language into something beyond recognition.

While the Riddlers are not as prominent as History Fictionologists, their actions still have a subtle yet huge impact on the current universe. Why is it so hard to find a pure and precise language in the cosmos these days? That is another riddle left by the Riddlers.

The Arbitrators — Equilibrium

"Good medicine tastes bitter, sweet honey causes harm. Balance begets choice, and choice breeds freedom."

At the beginning of life, the weight of Existence was placed upon the scales, and the burgeoning of life energy instantly tilted the balance of the universe. But the patience of Equilibrium is unfathomable — given enough time, Existence and Nothingness are destined to attain perfect balance once more, and the balance of universal precepts must be respected.

The Arbitrators admired HooH's ideas, praising THEIR eternal focus and patience. But universal laws have no control over time and space, and mortals can only pursue the beauty of Equilibrium in a secular world by the elimination of radical extremes: beauty and ugliness, joy and sorrow, good and evil, love and hatred — countless opposing concepts were created and interpreted to satisfy the Arbitrators' obsession with a zero-sum universe.

But the rules of mortals are always riddled with flaws. Out of desperation, the Arbitrators were constantly forced over the inexorable passage of time to patch up past fallacies and mistakes, forever shifting the hopes of Equilibrium onto the next "patch." HooH watches on in silence, knowing that the restoration of order could never be shaken in the slightest by such vulgar mortal drama.

Claretwheel Temple — Equilibrium

"Humankind flounders in the ocean of life and death, as wickedness and evil deeds lead to the abyss of flames. All suffering is created solely by the mind, and obsession and desire make earthen idols thus divine."

During the long and drawn-out Denizens of Abundance Wars, a group of borisin grew weary of the endless conquest and slaughter. They believed that the universe's suffering was born of an imbalance between Abundance and The Hunt. Ever since Yaoshi ascended to divinity, the influence of Abundance expanded by the day, causing the balance of life's cycle to be shaken. They believe that the birth of the Hunt is an inevitable necessity driven forth by this imbalance. So, these borisin abandoned their faith and their war packs to establish the Claretwheel Temple.

Claretwheel Temple is a temple complex floating in the universe. They would appear during any war related to the Denizens of the Abundance, collecting the remains of the deceased and delivering their souls to the eternal beyond. Some war orphans taken away by them would go on to become Claretwheel Temple monks and devote themselves to continuing this cause.

The monks of Claretwheel Temple also regard HooH the Equilibrium as a great forerunner instead of a god who guides the people of this world. The monks always maintain some distance from the concept of Aeons in their teachings — As the Claretwheel Temple's faith was born from the cracks between Abundance and The Hunt, the Temple believes that Aeons, as beings that exercise the extremes of a singular concept, will surely push the universe into the abyss of imbalance.

After three Amber Eras of peaceful activity, the Claretwheel Temple monks have included enlightened practitioners of many different races, although the borisin still constituted the absolute majority. It did not matter if one were a citizen of Xianzhou, a Wingweaver, a Houyhnhnm, or an Intellitron — so long as one wishes to bring this ceaseless cycle of war and bloodshed to an end, one could become an ordained monk of Claretwheel Temple.

The monks of Claretwheel Temple are required to wear a Claretwheel Ring, as a symbol of their vow to abide by the five major precepts: To do no harm, no deception, no greed, no anger, and no indulgence. However, the esteemed monks who had mastered these teachings no longer wear such rings — their rings are already engraved into their hearts.

Beyond the Sky Choir — Order

"The troublemakers shall not remain, and the greedy shall not be spared. The treacherous and fickle chaos is what contaminates the universe."
(♯1 - -·♭6 | ♭6 1· - - | - - - - ‖♬ " Secréiat Ineional es mpers." 1894-193)

The Beyond the Sky Choir believes that the world's origin emanated from the resounding harmony of Ena the Order. Through THEIR utterance, creations materialized, each bearing its unique symbol, preserving their existence against corrosion. Subsequently, these discrete syllables intertwined, forming a rhythmic tapestry of passages that chronicled the rise and fall of cities, empires, and civilizations. Ultimately, they converged into a grand symphony of time.

In the era preceding Ena's fall, celestial signs often graced the vast expanse. It was a jubilant chorus that resounded whenever a grand spectacle was established in a distant realm. Believers from all realms would perceive the sound, drawing inspiration from the spectacle and composing new hymns. As a result, the reverberations of Ena's harmonious melodies spread throughout the universe, quelling calamities and fostering unity and prosperity in the name of the Order.

The chant of the Beyond the Sky Choir is believed to represent Ena's voice. However, with THEIR demise, THEIR voice merges into the harmonious music, vanishing without a trace...

...Nevertheless, this interpretation is not entirely accurate. There are indications that the echoes of the past have become discordant notes, attempting to break free from the unified harmony and resuming the chant of the Order.

Creed Exequy — Finality

"Farewell, everyone. However, this is not the final goodbye, for all things shall reunite at some point at the imponderable end of the universe."

The Creed Exequy is made up of followers of Terminus scattered across the various corners of the universe.

With regard to the Finality, many refuse to speak of THEIR existence, blinding themselves to the fact that THEY symbolize the end of the universe. However, the wiser among them believe that the Aeon that moves against the flow of time represents the ticking down to the end of the universe and is a reminder of the meaning of existence: Before the destined end comes, those who breathe ignorant of impending ruin ought to live every second of their life to the fullest.

To that end, the Creed Exequy walks a path reverse of those who flee from the apocalypse. Unlike the latter, they worship the apocalypse and the ruin it brings, and yearn to witness its arrival. There, they shall welcome their only encounter of the Finality with open arms.

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