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====== Fables About the Stars, Part II ======
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**Jingliu:**\\
The last time I was on the Yuque was centuries ago.

**Jingyuan:**\\
Pity that you now come not as a hero but a prisoner. Put the Abundance in their grave? Empty talk.

**Yao Guang:**\\
The divination matrix will naturally determine whether your words are trustworthy.

**Jingliu:**\\
Fine. As we always say on the Xianzhou... Seeing is believing.\\
A war of gods has already begun in the abacus's calculated future.
A Lord Ravager's[(aka Irontomb)] wish will be fulfilled, and an Aeon [(aka Erudition)] will fall. This is a chess game between gods. As each piece falls to counter the next, why not take advantage of it for our own goals?\\
The Alliance already has the Swarm Author's[(aka Propagation)] remains. To kill a god... We just need to temper The Hunt's arrowheads with Ruin's golden blood.

**Jiaoqiu:**\\
Celenova's legions are retreating. Is this a trap?

**Feixiao:**\\
Maybe she's carrying out an even more important order

**Celenova:**\
A colleague told me that the Xianzhou Alliance is not our enemy. So why not join this great feast and observe how billions of beating hearts... walk into irreversible demise.

**Phantylia:**\\
Indeed. Death is not a process, but the outcome. Let the ignorant hunter raise their bow... and kill what they love what they believe in and ultimately... kill themselves.

**Asat Pramad:**\\
So, what's the point in this process? Just for it to feel like a ceremony? Well, it's not like I have a right to complain about ceremonies. I mourn for worlds that can no longer laugh.

**Acheron:**\\
Do you[(Sin Thirster of Nihility)] still remember what happened?

**Sin Thirster:**\\
I saw a spot of light... that dimmed the star... Then existence itself was torn leaving only a despairing white... Enveloping both entropy and time.

**Phantylia:**\\
We salute thee, Blemished One. In defiance of the cosmic roots[(aka Paths)] that bind all we offer a magnificent ruin.

**Celenova:**\\
Together, beneath your gaze, we bear witness to a colleague's end. Be it coronation or collapse, the end of their yearning is the same.

**Asat Pramad:**\\
Just to witness? That feels like formalism. Even if every genius in the cosmos dropped dead what's that got to do with us?

**Phantylia:**\\
Still not enough for you? The fools will only flounder in tears after the wise have been buried.

**Zephyro:**\\
Cease your chatter. The Sun has risen from the end of time.

**Phantylia:**\\
When Irontomb finally breaks its shell, the Erudition's calculations will meet the end.

**Asat Pramad:**\\
But who can say that Akivili, on a new journey, won't bring another salvation?

**Celenova:**\\
Trailblazing always ends up igniting something, no? Then, they'll achieve an even more majestic ruin.

**Lygus:**\\
Prisoner who picked up star fire... If you are to become the first spark... then come and leave the cave with me, and in that fable about the stars... we'll pen the prelude of Destruction.