Heavy, ragged breathing echoed up and down the dead-silent spiral stairwell. Dust that had been accumulating for years hung thick in the air.
This was the Coreway Passage—the only remaining route from the Underworld to the Overworld. It had long been sealed by the automaton Svarog.
But now, after the four Nameless from the Astral Express reached an agreement with Svarog, the massive gate finally groaned open, revealing the endless, daunting staircase beyond.
Stelle, March 7th, Firefly, Dan Heng—along with Bronya and Seele—climbed upward under Sampo's lead.
"Tsk… ow, ow, ow!" Sampo clung to the icy wall and dramatically rubbed his knee. His joints cracked with a loud pop.
"I swear, I don't know what the Architects were thinking—why the obsession with stairs? Elevators exist, you know?! You kids are fine, but me? I climb this thing one more time and my bones are going to fall apart right here!"
"Right?! Exactly!" March 7th immediately joined in. A few strands of her pink hair were plastered to her forehead with sweat as she fanned herself exaggeratedly.
"This staircase never ends! My legs are about to snap! If we die of exhaustion before we even deal with the Stellaron, I'm going to haunt this place forever!"
Firefly stayed quietly beside Stelle, then turned her head with a worried look.
"Stelle… are you okay? Are you tired? If you want… I can carry you."
Dan Heng's normally impassive gaze also swept over Stelle and March, the message obvious: if needed, he could carry them without hesitation.
Stelle hurriedly waved them off, panting lightly.
"No, no—I'm fine! I can keep going."
March also shook her head, cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment.
"There's no way I'm getting carried… that's too much!"
Complaining aside, they were all Pathstriders. This was still within the range of "grit your teeth and keep moving."
Up front, Seele clicked her tongue, annoyed by the whining. Without turning back, she actually sped up, her cool voice cutting through the stale air:
"Stop howling and save your breath. We're close."
They climbed for who knew how long—until, at last, light spilled down from the top of the passage.
When they stepped out of the darkness, frigid, razor-sharp air flooded their lungs.
The Overworld. At last.
Sampo instantly recovered, as if his knees had never hurt a day in his life. He slapped on his signature slick smile and rubbed his hands together.
"Well then! My heroic duty as your humble guide has been gloriously fulfilled! Farewell, farewell!"
Before anyone could reply, he slipped into a narrow alley and vanished—nothing like the "about to collapse" old man he'd been playing two minutes ago.
But the moment Sampo disappeared, synchronized footsteps surged in like a tide.
Silvermane Guards poured in from every direction, armor gleaming, spearpoints cold and sharp, locking the group in a tightening ring.
"Stop! Identify yourselves!"
The captain barked the command, eyes scanning each face—then flickering in visible shock when they landed on Bronya.
Tension snapped taut.
Seele's fingers twitched. Dan Heng's gaze sharpened.
Then Bronya stepped forward, placing herself between the Guards and the group.
She straightened her spine, lifted her chin, and let the authority of the Acting Supreme Guardian crush the hesitation in the air.
"It's me—Bronya Rand. Lower your weapons."
Her eyes swept the formation like a blade.
"These individuals are under my control. They are fugitives named by the Supreme Guardian herself. I am personally escorting them to Fort Qlipoth for interrogation."
Her voice was clear, crisp, and absolute—the innate command of someone born to stand above others.
Seele watched that version of Bronya with faintly brightening eyes.
This was a posture Bronya had never shown in the Underworld.
The Guards exchanged glances—then snapped their weapons down and saluted.
"Yes, Lady Bronya!"
Armor clinked. The formation parted cleanly, disciplined and precise.
This was the plan they'd agreed on last night: Bronya would "escort" them as prisoners—straight to Cocolia—so they could confront her directly.
On the road to Fort Qlipoth, a towering figure blocked their path.
Gepard Landau, Captain of the Silvermane Guards, examined the "prisoners" with a suspicious, steady stare before fixing on Bronya.
"Lady Bronya? This is…?"
Bronya's expression remained calm, as if she were reporting a routine patrol.
"Captain Gepard. I successfully apprehended these suspects in the Underworld. I am now escorting them to my mother for questioning."
Gepard's brow tightened almost imperceptibly. Doubt flickered in his eyes.
Bronya had been reported as drugged and taken to the Underworld by Sampo—so how had she broken free and reversed the situation?
And alone, how had she captured fugitives who had escaped elite Guard formations?
Why bring them directly to the Supreme Guardian instead of the Architects' prison?
Too many inconsistencies.
But then he remembered the Supreme Guardian's attitude after hearing Bronya had been taken below.
Perhaps… as heir, Bronya truly possessed capabilities he didn't understand.
More importantly—
Gepard's gaze drifted toward Fort Qlipoth, looming like a colossal beast.
At its heart, under the blessing of Preservation, Cocolia Rand was nearly invincible.
As long as Belobog still stood, no one could threaten her inside that fortress.
After weighing it all, Gepard pressed his doubts down beneath his faith in the Supreme Guardian's power. He stepped aside and struck his fist against his armored chest with a heavy, ringing thud.
"As you command, Lady Bronya. May Preservation's light guide your path."
His gaze slid over Dan Heng and the others—warning, sharp.
Deep within Fort Qlipoth, the Supreme Guardian's hall was vast and austere.
Cocolia sat upon the throne, eyes deep as amber—yet within her pupils, it seemed as though countless shattered mirror-fragments were rotating, refracting, multiplying.
Through the Path of the Human Heart, every action Bronya took after returning to the Overworld had already been relayed to her through the Guard network—projected cleanly into her awareness.
But when the heavy doors opened and Bronya herself stepped into view, Cocolia's pupils tightened by the slightest degree. A flicker of surprise passed too quickly for anyone else to catch.
Her gaze moved—subtly—between Bronya and the girl close at her side: Seele.
No words were needed.
No proof required.
Walking the Human Heart Path, Cocolia saw immediately the intimacy between them—something beyond ordinary closeness.
Something that had crossed the line between soul and flesh.
Bronya… you've grown up.
A complex emotion brushed through her—warm approval, and the faint sting of an unexpected loss.
Then her thought accelerated—thousands of times faster.
The scenes from last night—Bronya and Seele's chaotic, incandescent closeness—unfolded, magnified, examined.
Cocolia tasted each detail with a calm, assessing interest, and nodded now and then.
Then—at the moment she "saw" both girls collapse together, voices rising in humiliating unison, eyes rolling up, bodies reduced to helpless trembling—
A flash of genuine delight sparked in Cocolia's gaze.
Two mirrors facing each other… infinitely duplicating a concept.
Her delight sharpened into certainty:
Bronya had stepped onto the Human Heart Path.
Unlike Cocolia, who used the Human Heart Path's colder, conceptual edge, Bronya had begun on a different facet—one that leaned toward Harmony.
If this false Path born of Mirror ever truly manifested across the cosmos, it would inevitably steal fragments of Harmony's philosophy and wear them as its "sides," just as "Order" had once been only a side of Harmony.
This exceeded even Cocolia's original projections.
Sending Bronya to the Underworld—
the objective had been surpassed.
Her thought flow slowed back to normal.
Cocolia's eyes drifted over Stelle, Dan Heng, March 7th, and Firefly.
She could see it clearly: thin as threads, but real—tangles of connection already formed between Bronya and the Nameless.
Not much. Barely there.
But for her purposes, it was enough.
She had never believed private emotion alone could bind the Astral Express to Belobog.
Walking the Human Heart Path, she knew better than anyone how fragile the heart was—how easily it shifted, how quickly it betrayed.
The thing she trusted least was the human heart.
Cold political calculus was her truth.
Only chains forged by shared interests held.
Her goal had never changed: make Belobog stronger—ensure it survives in a universe that does not care.
So she would personally hand the Express a "gift."
The contact between Bronya and the Nameless was enough.
When Bronya led them up to the steps before the throne, Cocolia remained seated—serene, unshaken, showing none of the surprise or caution that such an intrusion should have provoked.
That abnormal calm made Dan Heng's brow crease.
Stelle and March exchanged confused glances.
This reaction was nothing like the puppet-tyrant they'd imagined—a Supreme Guardian frenzied under Stellaron control.
"Mother. I'm back."
Bronya inhaled, her voice echoing through the immense hall. There was tension beneath it—but her eyes were unwavering, fixed on the woman above.
Cocolia inclined her head, a faint curve forming at the edge of her lips.
"Good. It seems you gained much in the Underworld."
"Yes, Mother."
Bronya stepped forward, eyes burning.
"I confirmed the truth through an automaton's database—Svarog's. The Supreme Guardians throughout history have always known: the Stellaron is the root of Belobog's disasters."
The air seemed to congeal.
Then Cocolia laughed.
Calm. Open. Even approving.
"Excellent. I assumed you'd learn this from Serval. I didn't expect you to reach the core through Underworld channels alone."
Stelle, Dan Heng, March—even Firefly—couldn't hide their shock.
Bronya froze.
This was not the logic of someone enslaved by a Stellaron.
If Cocolia were a puppet, she should have raged, denied, or attacked.
Bronya forced down the surge inside her and pushed on, voice urgent.
"Mother—these Nameless are not evil. I believe they can help Belobog seal the Stellaron, end the eternal freeze, and stop the Fragmentum—"
Her voice trembled with emotion as it turned into plea—and accusation.
"You ordered their capture… was it because… because you were controlled by the Stellaron?!"
All eyes snapped to Cocolia.
She rose from the throne with effortless grace.
Her gaze drifted past them, as if seeing something far beyond the hall, and she answered in the same quiet tone:
"I also believe they possess the power to seal the Stellaron… and help Belobog."
Bronya was struck dumb.
"So—Mother… are you or are you not under its control?!"
Cocolia didn't answer directly.
She walked down the steps, boots clicking on pale stone in slow, measured rhythm.
"Bronya. Nameless."
Her gaze swept them.
"It's time you knew a few truths. Come with me."
Dan Heng stepped forward, placing himself between her and the others.
"Supreme Guardian. Where are you taking us?"
Cocolia didn't look back.
"To meet the Stellaron."
They exchanged quick, uneasy glances.
Cocolia's calm was unnatural. Her offer was suspicious.
But it was also the fastest route to the Stellaron.
And if the Stellaron could be sealed, everything could finally begin to heal.
They swallowed their doubts and followed.
Under Cocolia's guidance, they left Fort Qlipoth, passed through layers of guarded inner districts, and reached a gate at the very edge of Belobog's wall.
The heavy doors rose, exposing the endless, white, storm-wracked icefield beyond.
"This is… outside Belobog?"
Seele—who had never stepped beyond the wall—stared blankly at the dead, boundless world. The ice plains stretched to the leaden horizon.
Their breath crystallized at once.
Wind like knives cut their faces.
There was nothing but wind—and silence.
Along the way, every Silvermane Guard who spotted Cocolia did not stop them.
They snapped to attention, struck their chests, and saluted with absolute devotion.
They watched the group cross the defensive line… and walk into what was considered a forbidden land of death.
On the icefield, the storm blurred everything.
Cocolia's voice carried through the wind, steady and clear.
"After the Stellaron descended upon Jarilo-VI seven hundred years ago, the first Architects—working with the IPC—built a restraint device and forced it into containment ahead."
Her tone remained even.
"The restraint can limit its physical spread—keep it from consuming the world outright. But it cannot block the Stellaron's direct influence on the Supreme Guardian's mind."
"The whispers—those corrosive voices that twist the will—never cease."
Dan Heng listened intently.
Stelle and March wore faces of grim comprehension.
Bronya felt the weight more keenly—centuries of Guardians resisting a poison no one else could see.
"It is a constant murmur," Cocolia continued, and at last, a trace of fatigue entered her voice.
"Like cold venom. It seeps into every corner of the soul. It amplifies your deepest fear… your despair… and your greed."
Bronya couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Mother. Are you truly not controlled?"
Cocolia stopped, turning to face her daughter.
Instead of answering, she lifted her right hand.
The fingers were slender and strong. Under the icefield's pale glare, the skin looked healthy—unmarred.
The blue-black frost-crystal traces that once crawled over her had vanished.
Bronya had noticed. She just didn't know what it meant.
"Your hand… the frost marks…"
Cocolia's voice was flat.
"I was once under the Stellaron's corrosion. On the verge of being fully controlled. The frost traces were proof—you remember."
Bronya's breath caught.
"Then now…?"
Cocolia lowered her hand and swept her gaze over them all.
"Do you remember the giant black mirror in the sky?"
Without meaning to, everyone's eyes drifted to the quiet girl among them—
Firefly.
They already knew, from her, what "Mirror" truly was: something made by an existence beyond their universe.
Through Bronya's link, Cocolia already knew all of it. She didn't seem to care.
"The mirror unfolded an illusion over the universe," Cocolia said evenly. "Within it, I faced the Stellaron's whisper. I looked directly at my fear and weakness."
"And I broke free."
Her voice gained a hint of something colder—purer.
"I reclaimed Preservation's path. My will became more refined. My Preservation power rose to a new peak."
"That is why I can now cast off the Stellaron's corrosion in reality."
Bronya's eyes widened, tears instantly rising.
"Mother… you truly escaped it? You defeated it?!"
"Yes, Bronya."
For the first time, warmth stirred beneath Cocolia's calm. She looked at her daughter's tears as if they were something fragile.
"I am free of its control. I brought you here so that, with the Nameless' help, we can seal this source of calamity once and for all."
Before the hope could even settle—
The world ruptured.
As if to prove her words… or as a last, desperate counterattack—
Space ahead tore open like fabric.
A flood of Fragmentum monsters surged out, endless and shrieking, a tide of death racing toward them.
Their goal was singular:
Stop them from reaching the Stellaron.
"Contact!" Seele's shout ripped through the wind.
Her giant scythe formed in her hands, blade flashing as she vanished forward—the first to meet the incoming swarm.
March leapt back on instinct, bow already materializing in her hands, icy energy stretching into a razor arrow.
Stelle's eyes sharpened; she pulled her bat and braced.
Dan Heng's spear snapped into existence, tip aimed at the horde.
Firefly's transformation device appeared in her palm.
Bronya dropped into a firing stance, gun trained on the wave, face taut with focus.
Battle was about to ignite—
When Cocolia moved.
She simply stepped forward.
One step. Casual. Like a stroll in her own garden.
Her left toe touched the icy surface—
Thunk.
A heavy sound, low and unreal, struck like a hammer against the soul.
From her footfall, a ring of amber-gold rippled outward—solid as glass, smooth as lacquer.
The ripple became a wave—
A mountain's worth of force given form—
and slammed forward.
Destruction arrived without a scream.
The Fragmentum creatures, the seemingly infinite tide, shattered the instant the golden wave touched them.
Like brittle crystal crushed under an invisible mallet.
They became nothing but ice dust and scattered energy.
Where the wave passed, the screaming ceased.
The monsters were gone.
In the distance ahead:
Only dead, pale land.
Wind and snow continued to howl over emptiness.
Silence.
Seele's killing intent froze on her face. Her eyes—always fierce—were filled with raw, incomprehending shock.
Stelle's mouth fell open, bat lowering.
March's bow dropped. She clutched Stelle's arm, face pale with disbelief.
Dan Heng's spear remained steady, but his eyes churned.
Firefly's device faded from her hand, astonishment breaking through her composure.
The Express crew had seen true power before—but not like this.
This was not something a planetary ruler was supposed to possess.
Bronya stared at her mother's slim back, feeling that terrifying Preservation intent still vibrating in the air.
Only someone who walked Preservation herself could truly understand what that "casual step" contained.
And once the shock passed, another question began to coil in every mind:
Where did this power come from?
If Cocolia always had it… why had Belobog suffered for centuries?
If she gained it only now…
Was she still the mother Bronya knew?
Cocolia calmly withdrew her foot as if she'd brushed away a handful of snow.
"The obstacle is cleared."
She turned, eyes passing over their stunned faces with quiet indifference.
"The Stellaron is ahead. Follow, Nameless."
No explanation.
She continued onward.
And from that point on, nothing dared stand in their way.
They followed in heavy silence, dread and doubt compressing their throats.
Soon, they reached it.
A massive, complex restraint structure rose from the ice.
Within it, the Stellaron rotated slowly—like a malignant heart.
While the Express crew were still thinking through how to seal it—
Cocolia moved again.
She stepped forward and drove her pale hand in—
Crack.
Metal tore with a sound that made teeth ache.
The alloy structure twisted and ripped like rotten wood.
In a single motion, she opened the core defenses and reached inside, grabbing the calamity that had cursed Jarilo-VI for seven hundred years—
The Stellaron.
It exploded with chaotic light, trembling violently in her grip, thrashing like a creature making its final, futile struggle.
A shockwave blasted outward, whipping cloaks and hair.
Yet no matter how it fought, Cocolia's hand—wrapped in faint amber radiance—was a cage it could not break.
It writhed, but could not escape.
It could not harm anyone.
The Express crew's hearts tightened.
They knew the Stellaron's volatility.
And now it was being held—by hand—and suppressed effortlessly.
Cocolia lowered her gaze to the struggling sphere, and in her eyes was not fear—but disappointment.
"…Were you always this weak?"
The words were directed at the Stellaron.
But they were also a cruel mockery of her own past—of how she had been tempted, dragged, nearly consumed by something so small.
And of how Belobog had suffered for centuries because of it.
"Everyone—be careful!"
Dan Heng's voice snapped them out of their shock.
He raised his spear and aimed it at Cocolia.
"This isn't power she should have. Something happened—something beyond the Stellaron. Something we don't know."
His certainty was absolute.
March and Stelle sprang back, weapons up again.
Firefly shifted into full readiness.
They moved to shield Bronya and Seele—who were still reeling.
Bronya trembled, staring at her mother's calm profile.
"Mother… what is this? Your power… the Stellaron…"
Cocolia held the Stellaron in one hand and turned slowly.
Her gaze swept over the Express crew's guarded stances, over Bronya's shock and anguish, over Seele's poised readiness.
Then she smiled.
A bold, unrestrained curve—almost triumphant.
"A mere Stellaron… how could it control me? The perfect 'new world' it promised was nothing but a soap bubble."
She shook her head, disdain dripping from her tone.
"It cannot give Belobog the future we need."
"What we need is power—power that can stand in the galaxy itself."
Her eyes burned with near-fanatical obsession.
"Only Mirror's power can do that. Only Mirror can shatter this damned winter. Only Mirror can give Belobog a true place among the stars—rather than letting us cling to life like insects."
"So…"
She lifted her hand holding the Stellaron high, voice rising, carrying a strange, warped pity.
"Become one with me!!"
Space behind her exploded like shattered glass.
A colossal cross—pure black crystal—descended, towering, absolute, and impossible.
"That is…!" Dan Heng's pupils contracted.
A massive fragment of Mirror's fallen remnant—one of the largest shards torn loose from what had nearly been a god.
Cocolia had pulled it from Between Hearts into reality by weaving the entire planet's collective minds into a net—dragging it, inch by inch, into the physical universe.
Her body lifted from the ground.
Arms spread wide, like a crucifixion.
She drifted toward the black crystalline cross.
The instant she touched its center—
An unseen ripple swept across Jarilo-VI at the level of consciousness.
Whether a Guard in some battered outpost… an official buried in paperwork… a miner in Boulder Town… or a machine lifeform running on cold logic—
Every sentient being heard the same vast, authoritative voice in their soul:
"Ten thousand hearts—become one."
It wasn't a sound from outside.
It was as if it rose from the very core of their being.
With it came a flood of understanding.
Fusion.
All individual lives fused into one.
Break the frailty of the single self.
Gather the strength of all Belobog.
Forge a "perfect lifeform" containing all wisdom, all will, all power—
To resist the freeze. Resist the Legion. Carve out survival in a universe that would otherwise erase them.
"What?!"
"No!!"
"She's insane!"
"Don't! Please!"
"Refuse! Refuse!"
Across the planet, screams and sobs erupted into a global roar of panic.
No one wanted to lose themselves.
No one wanted to become a faceless numeral in a collective.
They resisted—desperately, violently, with everything they had.
But reality did not care.
"Choice?"
Cocolia's mind answered them—cold as iron—inside every soul:
"Before survival, the individual's choice is meaningless."
Then the verdict came, absolute:
"Refusal denied."
Cocolia fully merged into the cross.
At its center, a point of blinding gold ignited—
The Stellaron, completely bound.
And then—
Fusion began.
Every sentient being on Jarilo-VI—no matter what they were doing one heartbeat earlier—
Running. Crying. Fighting. Praying. Holding someone close—
Became light.
Bodies dissolved into streams of color.
And those streams—like a galaxy flowing backward—rose from alleys, mines, homes, outposts—
and tore across the sky toward the black crystal cross.
Screams. Rage. Fear.
Everything that made an individual an individual was swept into the torrent.
On the icefield, Stelle swung her bat at a stream rushing toward her.
The light passed through the bat.
Through her body.
She stared down in disbelief as her hands and limbs turned transparent—breaking into countless glittering particles.
The next instant, a radiant stream surged from where she had been and rocketed toward the cross.
"Stelle—!" March's scream cut off halfway.
She reached for Dan Heng, but her fingertips grasped only air.
Her tears hadn't even finished forming before she, too, became an ice-blue streak and vanished into the river of light.
Dan Heng's spear hit the ice with a sharp clang—then dissolved.
He cast one last, hard look at the cross, and his body became a jade-green beam, splitting the storm.
Firefly's armor collapsed like sand, leaving only a white-hot flow of light.
Seele's scythe broke into sparks; she snarled in defiance—and became a dark-blue streak pulled away against her will.
"No—Mother! Stop!"
Bronya's cry tore from her throat as she reached for the cross—
and her body began to break apart.
As someone who also walked the Human Heart Path, she felt her mother's will inside that cross—cold, vast, absolute, and tragically resolute.
That wasn't her mother anymore.
Tears froze on Bronya's cheeks into crystals—then scattered as her body turned into a golden stream filled with pain and grief, slamming into the devouring black cross.
Within a few breaths—
The icefield was empty.
Stelle. Dan Heng. March. Firefly.
Bronya. Seele.
All resistance was swallowed into light, forced into the cross's growing blaze.
Then the earth shook.
From beneath the snow near the restraint site came a roar like the planet cracking open.
A shadow rose—colossal beyond belief—tearing through ice and stone.
A giant of steel emerged in the blizzard:
The Engine of Creation.
The black cross—now fused with the Stellaron and the light of every mind on Jarilo-VI—shot toward the Engine's chest.
Clang.
Perfect insertion.
A radiance capable of tearing the cosmos apart erupted from the cross—like billions of stars igniting at once.
The light swallowed the Engine's heavy metal body and poured over it like molten gold.
Then, using the Engine as a skeleton and pure light as flesh—
something far larger, far more majestic, far more terrifying—
assembled in an instant.
In the dead-white storm, at the center of the icefield—
A godlike giant of light stood.
A black crystal cross embedded in its chest.
Gold coursing through every line of its being.
A towering presence so vast it dwarfed the Engine of Creation by an order of magnitude.
The Giant of Light stood upon Belobog's land.
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