The chest of Georios, the body of the fallen dragon supporting the shattered earth, enduring millennia of pain.
Dan Heng, the Nameless and the Chrysos Heir who guards the Earth's Coreflame, steadies the world before it falls and guides all life across the land to a new home beyond.
Rivers flow to the sea, mountains echo in harmony, and the eternal path stretches ten thousand miles.

He never imagined this day would come, when the Trailblaze seemed to screech to an abrupt halt.
The acrid smell of blood spread as the wrecked car spewed choking smoke and dust. He struggled to his feet, groping for direction in the darkness.
Tick-tock, tick-tock… In the deathly silence, only the echoes of life slipping away remained.

“Trailblazer…”
The deformed components in the car blocked his path. Fighting through excruciating pain, he removed the obstacles one by one. Warm blood trickled down his fingertips, but what terrified him more was that he could barely sense that familiar breathing anymore.

“Let's… go home together.”
He administered the medicine he carried, the nearly depleted spirit water swirling in his palm, but against such horrific wounds, even healing was futile.
The Black Tide Creatures prowled, surrounding them both with their howls. The Cloud-Piercer shattered, crashing onto desolate rocks.
The spirit water turned crimson as he used his last ounce of strength to shield the Trailblazer.

He woke up from the nightmare, gasping for breath.
…

“What's up? Is there something on my face?”
At breakfast the next day, his gray-haired companion asked curiously.
“Thankfully it's not like in the dream…”
But he didn't say it out loud, just turned his gaze to the sky outside the window. “It's nothing… eat up.”

The sky over Okhema remained azure blue. But he couldn't keep his thoughts from wandering, “I wonder if March is doing alright…”
The car plummeted like a burning meteor. Would she, arriving later, meet the same fate? Or perhaps something even worse… He shook his head, pushing away they chaotic thoughts.

Another new day dawns.
With recording tools in hand, he prepares to head to the market.
The Trailblaze journey seems to be going as usual.

His Trailblaze often begins with exploration and understanding.

“Little Dannie, hold on tight, sit tight, here we go…”
He sought knowledge of lost history from the red-haired girl, and they invited him to a history lesson overlooking the world.

“Kremnos's tradition?”
“Yes. May we have a duel?”
He asked the golden-haired crown prince. By the side, a white-haired youth was eager to try.
“I want to join as well. Traditions like this are better experienced.”
The proud lion of Kremnos kept silent, responding only with a stance.

…

He ventured to the Grove, poring over every book in its collection, as the shattered world gradually took shape in his mind.
To find a way back to the stars, he delved deep into the ruins, investigating the mysteries of the world beyond the sky.

He records everything he experiences, just as he has done at every stop along the way. But when the fate of the world rests upon a hero's shoulders, he knows that this “Trailblaze” cannot be reduced to mere cold entries.

Those were pivotal battles, each and every one.
Together with companions, they ended the history of “Strife” and witnessed the crown prince of Kremnos break from tradition. The Trailblazer joined the fray, returning the Coreflame of Time. When they returned from the treacherous nether realm, he still couldn't forget the joy of that day, like one who had survived a catastrophe.

Those were also countless moments of farewell.
The Holy Maiden's thousand forms withered, the sage was reduced to ashes, and the daughter of the River of Souls bid her final farewell to the mortal realm… He remembered at the time of parting, they were either sorrowful or content, but never once did they show any regret.

“If one day, we too shall come to this…”
Thinking of the Trailblazer's destiny and March 7th who had yet to arrive, he too had spent sleepless nights over this.

“For a thousand years, we have all been prepared to face sacrifice, or to sacrifice ourselves for our companions…”
He had seen it more than once… The weaver gathering relics, embroidering them with a golden flower.
“Now… there are no regrets left.”

Compared to the existence of the Permanence, their lives were like fleeting fyreflies.
Yet he could clearly see those twinkling lights illuminating the night sky they had traversed and would traverse together.

As Okhema falls into the blood-red twilight, the prophesised moment shall arrive. Yet facing the inevitable strike from the black-clad swordmaster, his heart remains as calm as the vast ocean.

He believe the Trailblazer will forge ahead without hesitation. By the faint glow of the Flame-Chase, he too caught a glimpse of the path he must take.

At the end of Era Nova, the cold testing ground reveals its cruel core.
The tidal waves of the Remembrance merge into a tsunami, engulfing the pathstrider of Trailblaze. When he awakens, his companions are already lost in the bottomless Memory Zone.

He felt as if he'd returned to those solitary days before boarding the Express, yet the pain of this moment told hi this was more than just a nightmare.
The moment he stepped back into the memoria tide, fragments of the past came rushing towards him…

“… Their heartbeat and pulse are very weak. March, get ready to perform CPR.”
“Huh!? I… I don't have much experience with that. Dan Heng, you do it!
He remembered their fateful first encounter with the Trailblazer.

“I'm just imagining all the fun stuff that'll happen to us three… hehe!”
On the streets of Belobog, snow once blanketed their shoulders, and sharing a steaming hot wrap was enough to warm up the entire winter night.

”… As a descendant of the Vidyadhara, I will fulfill my duty to the Luofu.“
In the presence of the Trailblazer and March 7th, he broke free from the shadows of his past, as their laughter and chatter gradually melted away his snow-heavy memories.

“What did you encounter in Ena's Dream?”
“I dreamed of the Express passing station after station, with people coming and going, yet we five remained together throughout. This journey seemed as if it would never end.”
In a similar Memory Zone, they had once escaped Penacony's dream together, leaving the most desired future to reality.

“Dan Heng, how much more can you sacrifice?”
The voice in his heart questioned his resolve, and he answered with decisive action.

The fading demigod entrusted the Coreflame to him. The moment he grasped it, countless gazes of desperate souls seemed to ignite his very being.
A the moment the Sacred Tree fell, he shouldered the burden of a world's creatures, fusing their bloodline with the earth of Amphoreus.

He ventured into the depths of earth's root system, searching for the direction of his companions.
Through vast jungles and endless seas, he traversed wind and frost, crossed the Dead Sea desert, and sometimes lost his way in this complex world.

In every moment when he stepped into darkness, he could always feel that gentle gaze behind him.
“We're retracing our old flight paths, with so much to redo. We need a guard… and an archiver.”

“I am 'Dan Heng'…”
Along the inescapable path of the past, the wild dragon roars as it breaks free from all restraints, soaring towards the unfinished road ahead…

“I am… the one who guards the path of Trailblaze!”