In Amber Era XXXX, as Qlipoth, the Amber Lord, brought down His final hammer stroke, the Wall of Preservation, measuring light-years across, crumbled completely into dust.
The Aeon of Preservation perished beneath the ruins, and with Him died the final thread of the will of Preservation within the Imaginary realm.
The universe began its countdown to destruction.
Finality had arrived.
Yet Nanook, the Aeon of Destruction, did not step onto this Path that was destined to become infinitely vast.
His divine body burned at the edge of the cosmos like a swelling red giant star.
The cosmic flames of calamity set the galactic arms ablaze.
Deprived of the Preservation’s shield, countless planets and worlds melted away in the inferno!
“Look!
It is Our Lord’s supreme luminescence!” Charred, humanoid figures contorted and screamed in the inferno, while even the Emanators of Destruction dissolved into nothingness and crumbled away.
Terminus, the Aeon of Finality, stood at the end of time, gazing forward.
Behind Him lay total silence—everything had returned to absolute nothingness.
When all life and death lost the meaning of existence, Nihility became the ultimate destination for all things.
In the end, only IX endured.
He whispered softly, murmuring a prophecy bound to come true, before walking backward through time—toward a past where the Sinister Calamity had not yet been born.
*Ha—* Amid the quiet doom, a burst of laughter suddenly echoed: “A world of Nihility is far too boring!
There must be laughter!” Countless confetti, masks, and marionettes surged forth from the darkness.
Objects symbolizing joy and amusement coalesced to form a tall, slender silhouette facing away from all living beings—Aha, the Aeon of Elation.
He turned slightly, His voice light and playful: “Come now, everyone!
The grand show is about to begin!” Crystals of memory solidified alongside His words, giving shape to a majestic, glass-like figure.
This was the monarch of memoratoria, the king who witnessed and recorded all things.
Translucent beads dangled from His imperial crown, and Fuli’s gaze was as silent as icicles.
“The loading of all memory material is complete.
In thirty-seven system hours, We shall reboot the entire universe.” The triple-faced Aeon emerged from the void, alighting softly beside Fuli.
With eyes half-closed, She spoke slowly: “The Amber Lord bought us sufficient time.
Before this world is utterly tainted by the Sinister Calamity, we still have a chance to change everything…
Begin the restructuring, Fuli.
I shall silence the dissonant notes for you.” “Error…
Error—” Space collapsed, and a giant steel head emerged from the stellar river.
Emanating a reddish glow, countless code-like streams of light swirled around Him.
“Based on calculations from the Universal Grand Unification Equation, probability of successful cosmic reboot: 0.98%.
Aeonic contamination…
irreversible…
Intrusion detected.
Deploying Omniscience Domain…” “Those who seek knowledge will forever be bound by laws and truth, whereas mystery and enigma are boundless.” A golden hand lightly pressed down upon the steel planet.
Spiral staircases wound around that mysterious figure.
“Machinehead, it is time for you to rest.” The Aeon of Enigmata, Mythus.
Nous, the astral computer, glowed crimson all over, with high-temperature steam blasting from the seams of His metallic body.
“Warning!
Aeonic contamination is irreversible.
Even if the universe is rebooted, our state will remain unchanged…
It will only cause the Sinister Calamity’s contamination to spread faster!” “What of it?” Arm after arm draped down from the cosmos.
A serene, compassionate beauty draped in light silk sat cross-legged in the void, the corners of Her lips curving slightly upward.
“Life will always find a way.” The Plentiful Mercy, Aeon of Abundance—Yaoshi.
“Equilibrium has been shattered.
The Hunt and the Voracity have both been thoroughly contaminated.
I shall soon fall.” A rusted iron gate materialized behind Yaoshi.
A metallic giant embedded within the door held its hands together, its voice reverberating like a grand temple bell: “Thirty-seven system hours is the final ‘Equilibrium’ I can secure for you all.” This was the Arbiter of Equilibrium, the Aeon HooH.
“Warning!
According to 2,124,005,800 calculation trials, the universe cannot be rebooted using only the Garden of Recollection’s backup…” Nous’s engines roared, red optical sensors on the steel head locking firmly onto the glass-like monarch.
“Fuli, you are destroying this world with your own hands.” “Oh?
Nous, do you have a better method?” Fuli remained placid.
Across His blurred crystal face, not a trace of emotion could be seen.
“Recommendation: Initiate the Cosmic Archiving Project.
Burn the entire universe, along with all civilizations and lifeforms, into data and store it within my hard drive.” “If a new civilization ever emerges in this destroyed universe, they will have the opportunity to read this hard drive…” “A letter to the future?
Intriguing,” Aha chuckled, crossing His arms.
“However, betting everything on an unknown future isn’t my style.
As that fellow Akivili used to say—” “‘The path to the future should be blazed by our own hands in the present!'” “I support Aha and Fuli’s plan to reboot the world,” Xipe, the Aeon of Harmony, said as Her three faces turned in unison toward the center of the galaxy.
“Moreover, we now possess the sole variable.” “An outsider Aeon.
The Path he presides over is named…
Phantasy.” “Phantasy will patch the omissions in Remembrance.
With his assistance, the probability of successfully rebooting the universe is…
one hundred percent!” As Xipe spoke, the Aeons turned their gazes along Her line of sight.
There stood a white-robed man strolling through the starry expanse, staring blankly at a desolate planet beneath his feet.
After a long pause, this outsider Aeon raised his head in utter bewilderment, muttering as he looked at the gathered Aeons: “Did you feel that?
Another Aeon has been born!” “Hahaha!
Since when did Aeons become a dime a dozen?” Aha zipped to the man’s side in high spirits, leaning in for a closer look.
“Huh?
This Path…” “What Path?” Fuli had already begun habitually recording this historic moment, but in the next second, His divine form froze in place.
This newborn Aeon…
had no Path!