From that holy land blessed by the tripartite prophecy, the messenger split into a thousand forms, embarking on a long journey.
Tribios, Holy Maiden of Janusopolis, the Chrysos Heir who stole Passage's Coreflame, toiled for the masses and brought the news of deliverance to all domains.
—Seek the children of humanity with golden blood in their veins, shatter the dimmest dark in this world, and walk toward the tomorrow where the stars gleam.

“Date: ■■■/■■
It's been ten years since we fled Janusopolis.
In those ten years, we measured the earth with our steps, unknowingly covering every corner of Amphoreus.

The spread of the black tide has been far worse than expected. From west to east, from south to north, even cities high in the sky have not been spared… We watched as tiny nations were consumed overnight by the growing black tide, turning all life into its fuel, surging forward with even greater force… The once-glorious past of Amphoreus is gone, replaced by overwhelming decay, raging Titans, fallen heroes, and displaced people.

But those consumed by the Strife fail to see.

The black tide has drawn near the inland cities. These cities are rich and well-connected, thriving on trade, but some dismissed our prophecy as nonsense and saw us as mere priests of bad omens, with no one listening, no one caring… If it takes shedding blood to unite the people, why not let it start with us?

Tri■■■■, I know you went to the front lines to send word of the black tide's advance, only to be struck down by the arrows of Black Tide Creatures.
Tri■■■■, I know you helped the refugees escape, only to be despised by the nobility and left to die by an assassin's dagger.
Tri■■■■, I know you escorted lost children, so close to safety. Your bright braids are now soaked in blood, and we can no longer braid or care for them.

With the fall of one city after another, the people are beginning to look beyond their endless conflicts and see the world on the brink of collapse.

The blood of the innocent will not be shed in vain. We've walked the first steps through thorns, hoping those who follow use will go farther than we ever could…”

—An ancient diary entry
The paper as thin as a cicada's wings, left in the arms of a doll by Trianne

“Date: ■■■/■■
'Holy Maiden, we are ready to listen. Guide us through these end times and pray for our victory in battle,' said the kings.

The kings restored the identity of the Holy Maiden of Janus to us, placed us on an altar, dressed us in silk, and concealed our faces with ceremony.
Yet, we did not return to the city but lived in the castle. We wished to pray for the sick farmers and wandering warriors, to ease the sorrow of the grieving, to guide the lost, to bless the newly-weds, and to watch them sing around the bonfire.

Yet, just as it was in Janusopolis, the kinds were unwilling to see us mingle with the people…

Mother, at this moment, we truly understand your helplessness and despair back then. We once believed that the prophecy would compel the kings to set aside their grievances and unite in search of the Chrysos Heirs, offering a glimmer of hope for salvation. Yet, they fear those with golden blood might strip them of their power. What they desire are wars waged in the name of prophecy. The hard-earned trust and the expectant gazes of the people are gradually being eroded.
The Coreflame of Janus burns ever hotter, and the golden prophecy continues to scrutinized us, urging us onward.

We decided to flee.

Tri■■■■ and Trianne opened the Century Gate, planning to meet in the dense forest, but encountered a rain of poisoned arrows. Trianne dodged a disaster but was unfortunately taken hostage by soldiers, becoming increasingly distant from us. Tri■■■■ chose to charge at the enemy's spear, clinging to the soldier who tried to withdraw his weapon, but we underestimated the king's cruelty. Even in death, we could not be claimed by other city-states.
…
The pain inflicted was many times greater than usual. This spring, most of us remain forever in the wilds where flowers have yet to bloom.

Goodbye, Tri■■■■.
Goodbye, Tri■■■■.
Goodbye, Tri■■■■.
…
Trianne, we are not yet ready to say goodbye to you. Please be sure to find us again…

Tonight, we will be able to cross this wilderness.”

— A diary entry kept by Trinnon
Illustrated with a meteor crossing the sky

“Date: ■■■/■■
The first time we met Agy, she told us she was fond of the name Tribios, praising it as noble and beautiful, much like the garments she crafted. We asked if that was her sole reason for keeping us around. She shook her head, explaining she mainly wanted to hear this teacher's nightly tales.

Agy was also just a girl back then, afraid of the dark and ghosts. Remembering how her cravings led us on stealthy trips to the kitchen for leftover bread at night always brings a smile to our faces. Time is a sculptor, and having shaped Cerydra and Hysilens, now it has rendered Agy beautifully.

Agy never lets anyone down, just as we've always taught her. Her golden threads weave a dense net, ensnaring any foe that dares come close to her fingertips.

Yet the Cleaners who dwell in the shadows ambushed our team on the return journey. The assassins loyal to the Council of Elders would never allow the growth of a Chrysos Heir who could lead the holy city of Okhema. We are no different. We, too, would rather sacrifice ourselves rather than stand by and look on as the young heroes' lives were cut short —

We managed to escape the ordeal using the Century Gate, though our consciousness grew hazy by one more portion… After the last passage through the Century Gate, I feared we'd never find Trinnon and Tribbie again…

Don't worry, Agy. It's not our time yet. We just need a brief rest, and we'll be back on our feet…
But we must hasten our steps now…”

— A diary with weaker and weaker handwriting
Reminisced by Trianne, recorded by Trinnon, and finalized by Tribbie