Titania!
The former Supreme Her Majesty the Empress of the Grammer Empire, the faith of all Glamoth Iron Cavalry!
The projection of Hermes's will flickered slightly, finally stabilizing his anchor point in this space-time, preventing him from being thrown out by the torrent of time.
"Is this the 'Fantasy of the Grammer Empire'?"
Herta watched Hermes's actions with interest.
A cage named 'Throne,' but in reality a dream kingdom, constructed a fantasy named 'Grammer Empire' for the illusory empress named Titania.
Titania's entire life was spent within the dream woven by the Grammer Council; they wove for her a fantastical kingdom named 'Grammer Empire.'
Then, in reality, they forged cold weapons named 'Glamoth Iron Cavalry' for this illusory Her Majesty the Empress.
Finally, under the blessing of Her Majesty the Empress, they rushed to the battlefield, constantly falling on the Path of charging toward the Zerg Swarm...
The biological weapons perished alongside the Zerg Swarm, while the big shots of the Grammer Council only needed to say one thing:
"Keep the music playing! Keep dancing!"
And then, another day of debauchery passed... "...How is it, the beautiful dream the Grammer Council wove for you?"
A voice carrying a hint of a sigh rang out beside the girl's ear: "Tita...nia."
A wisp of will, lingering in space-time, appeared in this era.
After arriving in this era, Hermes used his means to quickly determine the current time period.
After the Swarm Disaster.
What Grammer was currently facing was merely a scattered, remote detachment of the Zerg Swarm.
But even so, many civilizations that had survived the darkest years still fell at this point, just before the arrival of dawn.
"Is this the process of Firefly and the others being born?"
Hermes sighed. He saw individuals resembling Firefly immersed in cold artificial amniotic fluid within transparent cultivation tanks, wrapped in white eggs.
These 'weapons,' produced specifically for war, swayed in their containers, yet instinctively clung to the walls, curling up in the corners...
In this nascent, bewildered consciousness, they were instilled with mental imprints, instilled with the beautiful dream of the Grammer Empire.
He then watched as the 'newborn' children, in their dreams, walked up to a woman with blurred features sitting upon a throne...
[Burn brightly, for the future of Grammer...]
[Everything, for Her Majesty the Empress...]
Figures flickered, and among them was one numbered [AR-26710].
Hermes did not speak, but watched silently.
Having smuggled himself into this time node, he had unlocked many restrictions and was now able to change many things within the scope of his abilities.
But still, some things could not be changed.
For example—
Firefly, the individual known as [AR-26710].
Because she was the space-time anchor point through which Hermes could interfere with this era.
If he changed her, Hermes would likely be instantly rejected and thrown out of this era.
The Grammer Council.
In the hall, council members reveled in celebration beneath dazzling crystal chandeliers.
"As the assembly line becomes more efficient, military spending has been cut in half again."
A somewhat plump council member sipped the ruby-like red wine in his glass and gave a strange smile to the person beside him: "The front lines should be pacified soon, right?"
"It might be time to consider making Titania disappear. Titania's mental state is becoming increasingly unstable."
"We should eliminate this hidden danger sooner rather than later..."
The Glamoth Iron Cavalry were fighting a desperate battle against the Zerg Swarm on the front lines, while the big shots of Grammer in the rear were immersed in extravagance...
Ignoring these insect-like characters, Hermes arrived at a heavily monitored location—the Throne that existed in illusion.
Then, he quietly watched Her Majesty the Empress who was lost in her dream.
"So, Titania was originally a creation of The Propagation!"
Hermes had already sensed this when he was adjusting Firefly's body.
He didn't know how these Grammer people had managed it.
Titania's existence itself, in terms of form, was not fundamentally different from the The Propagation Insect King.
However, this was ultimately just a similarity; she herself still fell within the scope of humanity.
"Titania."
A whisper from a space-time reflection continuously poured all information into her mind.
Finally, a wisp of will, trapped by layer upon layer of shackles, revealed a trace of clarity in the haze, and then a fragmented voice began to enter Hermes's ear: "Help... help... the children..."
"As you wish, Titania!"
The corner of Hermes's mouth curled slightly; all conditions had finally been met, and the two established a covenant—
Divine... Descent... Art!
A reflection of Hermes slowly walked up to Titania.
Then, he entered the body of Her Majesty the Empress, who was trapped in the dream.
Finally, a flash of emerald light appeared in Titania's eyes.
In the distance, countless Glamoth Iron Cavalry felt a peculiar sensation at this moment.
That was... [Everything, for Her Majesty the Empress!]
The Iron Cavalry suddenly, on a whim, silently recited this phrase that was etched deep into their bones.
Although neither Trailblaze, Erudition, nor pure beauty would reject Hermes's will, even if only a wisp of his will remained.
In this Honkai: Star Rail Great Universe, he was still an Envoy blessed by three Paths.
However, to avoid being detected by the Equilibrium, Hermes silently began to sense the hidden power within this body.
Invisible Path power was drawn in by this body... Without a doubt, this was the power belonging to The Propagation.
The entire Glamoth Iron Cavalry was derived from Titania.
It could be said that her existence itself was practicing the Path of The Propagation, making her a miniature 'Insect Sovereign.'
Now, with just a slight provocation, the immense power of the Path rushed in joyfully like a tide.
It was then accepted and harnessed by the magnificent will within this shell.
In these years following the fall of the 'Insect Sovereign,' the Path of The Propagation, facing the great existence of Hermes who was about to ascend to godhood, had little room for resistance when Titania's body was used as a medium.
Thus, without anyone in the entire universe knowing, a supremely powerful The Propagation Envoy was born within the Path of The Propagation!
"Hmm?"
In the vision of the The Propagation Envoy, the emerald gaze perceived countless 'traces' that had once existed.
These 'traces' resonated with the current Titania, making her feel intensely familiar.
Those were... the dying echoes of The Propagation's creations.
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