The Grove of Ephiphany, where knowledge flourishes and philosophers are born. Yet here stands Anaxagoras the blasphemer, the Chrysos Heir who challenges the Coreflame of Reason. He is questioned: Would you defy the prophecy even if you must bear infamy, and insist on driving the thorns of doubt into the Sacred Tree of wisdom?
——“Ridiculous. In a world full of lies, I am the only truth.”

“Ah, you were born in a remote city-state. Your parents departed early, leaving only your older sister by your side, barely supporting the family on the meager income she earned from taming animals. You have been reclusive and isolated since childhood. While your peers frolicked on the grassy fields, you would hide alone in the shadows of trees and pick up fallen leaves from the ground.

'Why do the dromases not fly toward the sky?'
You look upon the dromas that grew up alongside you, mumbling to yourself.
'Maybe because this dromas used to be a nerd in its past life too!'
You've often heard these words spoken all too often, but you never understood why it was used as a form of mockery.

'If all the gods are omnipotent, why do they fear death?'
In the temple where sacred teachings are recited, the very things deemed unquestionable inevitably stir your doubts.
'Out, Anaxagoras!'
The furious priest often throws you out of temple.

Your sister never blamed you. Instead, she carved out a portion of her meager income to buy the books and tools you longed for. Screws, heavy pliers, delicate scales… At home, you tinkered with these instruments, utterly immersed in the joy of creation. At five years old, you were endlessly curious about life: A mechanical bird that sang on its own, a dromas incubator, artificial flowers that stayed forever vibrant — you boldly declared you'd become the most knowledgeable person in the world. Tsk, tsk. How rare it is for a child's grand boasts to be taken seriously by their family.

Later, she heard from passing merchants that there was an academy called the Grove of Epiphancy, a sacred place devoted to the pursuit of wisdom. You secretly memorized that name, thinking that if you could one day go there with your sister, life wouldn't be so hard.
Later still, she finally managed to raise enough travel funds and asked a merchant friend to give you a ride so you could go study at the Grove.
Halfway along the journey, upon hearing that the black tide had struck, you hurriedly rushed back — the sight of that corroded ruin was truly unbearable to behold… Proud as you are, you even found yourself kneeling on the ground. You weren't praying to the gods, were you…” “Stop flipping through my mind, you naughty Titan.”
The man snapped out of his reverie, and an emotion — indeterminable if it was either rage or sorrow — flickered in his right eye. —- ==== Character Story: Part II ==== —- ==== Character Story: Part III ==== —- ==== Character Story: Part IV ====