"When light is lost… become the flame that others can follow."
—----------
The Crowned Abyss Descends
The Heartforge shuddered.
A shadow tore from the molten ceiling, writhing with flame and void. The Crowned Abyss took shape—tall as a titan, crowned with burning obsidian horns, eyes weeping black flame. Its voice rolled through the chamber like thunder swallowed by silence.
"You think yourselves fire?
Then burn."
It raised its arms. The flame seals cracked.
A void quake surged across the Crucible.
Noah shouted—
But his voice didn't reach the others.
In that moment, a silence swept the field—not from absence, but from awe.
Mavuika's eyes widened, her blade lowering slightly as the ground groaned beneath her boots. She clenched her teeth, resisting the tremor of fear that rose in her chest. Her voice broke into a whisper, "So… this is the Crowned Abyss's true form."
Around her, the warriors of Natlan froze. Even the Vision holders—veterans of flame and fury—staggered back as the Abyss loomed, crowned and colossal.
A Geo knight uttered a prayer he had not spoken since youth. A Pyro dancer's flames guttered in her palms, her rhythm faltering.
Yet none fled.
They stood—arms tense, teeth grit, eyes locked—not because they weren't afraid, but because they refused to kneel.
The ground cracked further.
Citlali gasped, her breath caught in her throat as the wards of frost splintered around her. Her staff trembled in her grasp.
All across the chamber, light dimmed. Hope buckled.
But in the silence that followed, something stirred.
In every warrior's gaze burned the glint of defiance. Of legacy. Of flame inherited.
They had heard the stories.
Now they would become them.
—----------
Their connection snapped. A wave pulsed from the Crowned Abyss—twisting, vile, laced with null energy. It tore through the battlefield like a scream turned inside out, unweaving the invisible thread between hearts, minds, and souls.
The mimicry of the Key of Sentience—severed.
No harmony. No unity. No bond.
Kiana blinked, her breath catching in her throat as a twisted void beast lunged from the left. She barely twisted aside, instincts alone guiding her strike as she slammed it with raw Herrscher energy—too slow, too wild. Her form shimmered with instability.
"Noah? Elysia—?Lumine?!"
Nothing. Not even a whisper. Just static. Just emptiness.
Lumine staggered as the elements danced violently around her. Pyro flared and was swallowed by Dendro. Hydro crashed into Geo, canceling both. Her hands trembled, eyes wide.
"Where… where are they—?! I can't feel them!"
Elysia loosed a crystalline volley into the dark—but there was no rhythm to it. Her resonance cracked, her arrows missing their targets. She turned to call out—no one was there to respond.
A shadowed beast lunged.
She twisted—barely.
Claws scraped across her shoulder. Her hair sizzled in the heat.
Noah fought alone.
His saber carved burning arcs, each strike clean, precise. But his mind was chaos.
He blocked a flaming axe—ducked a sweep of claws—slashed through a leaping hound—but his thoughts screamed louder than the battlefield.
"Kiana's losing rhythm—Lumine's staggering—Ely's flinching—Citlali—Where is she?!"
"I can't guide them—I can't feel them—I can't—"
More abyssal horrors burst from the ground. Wraiths. Flaming ogres. Abyss-corrupted warriors twisted beyond reason.
And above it all, the Crowned Abyss smiled.
It raised a clawed hand—
And the second flame seal shattered.
Mavuika staggered mid-step, a gasp of pain tearing from her lungs. Blood spilled from her mouth as she fell to one knee.
Citlali's cryo wards shrieked as the barrier sigils collapsed, their glow extinguished like breath snuffed out in winter.
Her hands trembled.
"The seals—failing—"
—-----------
Then—a Whisper. A Light.
"If you're lost…
Let this light guide your way."
Noah's breath caught.
The battlefield around him blurred, the roar of fire and void fading into a trembling quiet. And then—a glow. Gentle at first, like the first spark in darkness.
Floating above the molten stone— Kiana.
Older. Majestic. Eternal. She radiated warmth and presence, a stillness that cut through the storm. Her hair shimmered like galaxies in flame—brilliant strands of ember and starfire flowing behind her like a comet's tail. She wore no armor, but a radiant mantle woven from memory and fate, shifting with each heartbeat like light over water. Around her waist floated luminous fragments of lost time, echoing the countless battles she had endured—and the lives she had saved.
Her eyes held eternity: a deep violet hue, swirling with distant galaxies and crowned by a luminous star-shaped mark beneath each iris—symbols of her birthright as the Herrscher of Finality. They carried both the sorrow of countless ends witnessed and the unbreakable resolve to challenge fate itself. She was the final flame, the last bastion, the one who bore the weight of all that had been lost so that others might reclaim the light. Not just a Herrscher—she was a promise made real, a beacon defying the end.
The Herrscher of Finality had come to remind him: endings are not always defeat. Sometimes, they are deliverance.
Noah's knees nearly buckled.
"Kiana…"
She hovered before him, her voice a whisper of memories not yet lived.
"You can't fall here, Captain."
Her words wrapped around him like a shield, like arms that had embraced him through lifetimes.
"Not while we're still waiting for you."
Tears pricked the corners of Noah's eyes. His fingers trembled at his sides.
"I… I can't feel them. I—"
His voice cracked beneath the weight of guilt, of helplessness, of failure.
Kiana's expression softened, infinite and kind.
"Then listen," she said. And the warmth in her words filled the broken pieces inside him—not to fix, but to guide.
"Let the bond speak louder than the silence."
—-----------
"Kiana... we're not done yet."
"Come on, Lumine… don't stop shining."
"Elysia, you promised we'd stand together."
Flickers of their shared memories. From the first world. The first steps. Their pain, their triumphs, the laughter beneath starlight and the promises sworn in fire.
And then—
Their voices returned—not just to Noah, but to each other.
"I hear you, Captain." Kiana's voice rang with warmth and resolve, her breath shaky with tears. "I knew you'd never leave us."
"I'm here," Lumine whispered, her grip tightening on her sword. "We're all here."
"You took your time," Elysia added with a soft, bright laugh. "But we waited… and you lit the way back."
Around them, the chaos slowed as those voices wove back into the melody of their souls.
The bond reconnected.
Noah felt them—truly felt them—not just their powers, but their hearts.
Their promise.
Together.
The voices of others. Countless, faint but clear. The people of Teyvat. Their allies. The fallen who had walked beside them. Names whispered in memory:
"Thank you...!"
"Don't give up…!"
"Blaze a path, Captain…!"
And then more—stronger, closer. Voices from Natlan.
Mavuika's call rang out like a battle hymn. "Natlan never burns alone!"
Citlali's voice echoed with tears and pride. "Captain, we're with you! I see the light!"
A Pyro warrior's cry followed. "We held the line for this moment—don't let it end here!"
The Geo knight roared from behind a wall of flame. "You carry our flame now, Captain!"
The battlefield itself pulsed with their will. The warriors, the Vision holders, even the wounded—they all lifted their voices. Not just to shout. But to anchor.
Kiana. Elysia. Lumine. Their voices joined, layered with all who had fought before—now bound with the cries of Natlan's heroes—threading into Noah's soul like a thousand hands reaching for the light.
It was just them. They're accompanied by the people they met and saved.
They have never been alone on this journey.
Void Archives alarm rang, "Signal anomaly— Incoming blueprint transmission—source: unknown. Unauthorized data inflow detected. Origin... undefined.
WARNING: data packet exceeds known framework thresholds.
Alert—system destabilization imminent.
Source remains untraceable.
"What... what is this?" VA's voice stuttered with digital distortion. "This transmission—it's sending date to my internal archive. Pattern recognition... unknown.Command overridden. This should be impossible...""
"Initializing unknown divine key pattern—'Key of Radiance'—"
"Designation update: Resonant Codename... 'Solgratia'—The Radiant Key of Guidance."
"This construct… it should not exist."
"Divine framework origin: Finality-Trailblaze hybrid. Architect... unrecorded."
"Energy output... transcendent. Light signature matches Trailblaze Flame and Finality Resonance strands."
As the internal systems of the Void Archives struggled to contain the surge, faint voices began to echo across the fractured battlefield—fragmented, spectral, but undeniable."WARNING: output exceeds safe limits—"
"Do it. Mimic it."
Noah's voice was steady, but his eyes burned—not with rage, but with conviction. As the warning echoed in his mind, as Void Archives trembled beneath the weight of the unknown, he felt no fear.
"Override protocols acknowledged…" VA murmured, flickering.
But Noah's voice cut through. "You said it should be impossible. That it doesn't make sense."
He gripped the light swelling in his chest.
"And yet here it is. I don't need logic to tell me what's right. I don't need certainty to stand for what I believe in."
The light intensified. His silhouette burned against the darkness.
"This world—these people—my family… I will burn every doubt to protect them."
He closed his eyes briefly, letting the warmth surge through his body, whispering one last truth to the fractured skies:
"I'm not afraid. I choose this light."
—----------
From Noah's core, a light surged—blinding, pure.
Golden threads of flame wrapped around his frame like sacred ribbons, spiraling upward into the shape of something, something divine. A Great Sword took form— Elegant, radiant, alive.
Mimicry: The Key of Radiance—Solgratia.
It hummed in his hands, not like steel, but like a song, a hymn of all they had fought for.
He rose, flames swirling around him in a halo. His coat billowed in the windless air, lit from within by his unwavering resolve. His eyes—clear, burning—met the Crowned Abyss's.
The Abyss recoiled.
The Crowned Abyss snarled.
"What is that—?!"
Noah stood tall, the golden blade reflecting the light of every soul that believed in him.
"Light," he said, voice steady.
"Ours. And we're taking it back."
He swung Solgratia upward, then plunged it into the scorched ground—
And the world answered.
A shockwave of golden radiance burst outward like a dawn unchained. The air cracked with brilliance. The shadows screamed.
And every ember that had fallen—rose.
—----------
Kiana gasped. Her heart surged. Far across the battlefield, Sirin's gaze locked onto the radiant burst erupting from Noah. Her breath caught in her throat—not in fear, but in recognition. She saw it too: the impossible flame, the hope made manifest.
"It's… beautiful," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Kiana's eyes flooded with light. The warmth of their connection returned—stronger, brighter. Her chest swelled, not just with power, but purpose.
"Noah…" she breathed, voice hitching. "You never stopped believing."
From deep within, something answered. The blessing of the Trailblaze— her soul, challenged in Liyue, stirred in Fontaine, tempered in Inazuma—rose like a second heartbeat. The rose from Elysia shimmered against her chest, pulsing with light.
"I'm here, like I promised.," she said, laughing through tears.
Sirin inside her, her voice resounded along with rushing winds of Solgratia's wave. For a moment—just one—they shared the same breath, the same fire.
"Let's burn together, Kiana."
Their eyes gleamed.
Their hearts ignited.
Kiana's body shimmered, power pulsing from her herrscher core connects at Imaginary space, powered by the Trailblaze, looking for possibilities—
And the Imaginary Tree answered.
The crystal rose given by Elysia shimmers with power, power that Burns, that promises hope and light.
It melted and buried in Kiana's chest.
Then, flames blaze around.
Her hair white hair normally tied in two braids, now tied up in a ponytail, Sirin's void surged with flame, transforming it into radiant flames just for her.
Herrscher of Flamescion.
—----------
Elysia stood, her breath caught as the golden wave of Solgratia's light swept past her. For a heartbeat, the world went still—the fire, the screams, the darkness—they all paused in reverence to that radiant flame.
She blinked, feeling it—a warmth that wasn't just power. It was him. Noah's flame. His hope.
A tear welled in her eye. "So… you finally lit the way."
Her hand trembled, but not from fear. She touched the crystal pendant at her chest, the same one that had shimmered since their first steps together. It pulsed now, alive with the resonance of Solgratia's dawn.
From deep within, her soul sang. It wasn't just music—it was memory. The laughter shared. The dreams whispered between stars. The bond they refused to let go.
She whispered, "We're still shining."
The wind surged around her, threads of Origin light dancing across her skin. Her bow transformed—not reforged, but reborn—its strings humming with purpose.
A burst of Remembrance exploded from her.
Her arrows crystallized into light.
Herrscher of Origin.
—----------
Lumine opened her eyes—golden and glowing, but deeper now, pulsing with the breath of Teyvat itself.
The six elements encircled her in a perfect harmony, no longer clashing, but weaving—Anemo swirled like wind-borne petals, Geo shimmered like mountain runes, Hydro flowed like glass through light, Dendro bloomed in radiant fractals, Pyro flickered in a steady heartbeat, and Electro arced gently across her arms like threads of twilight.
She stepped forward slowly, her gaze fixed on Solgratia's light. Her heart raced—not in fear, but clarity.
"Noah…" she whispered, voice trembling with awe. "You gave us a way forward."
Memories flooded her: the children of Sumeru who sang her name, the golden dusk over Liyue Harbor, the festival lanterns of Fontaine, and the prayer-filled silence beneath Inazuma's Sakura tree. Every step… had led here.
Her sword shimmered, breaking apart—then reforming. Not forged, but reborn in elemental resonance. Wings unfurled behind her—not of one vision, but all of them, woven in light and memory.
A tear slid down her cheek as her voice rose, clear and solemn.
"I won't let this world burn and sunk."
She lifted her blade, elemental sigils swirling into her form.
"Not again. Not anymore. As long as I'm— WE are here. We will be the star that shows the way!!!!"
The Starlit Guide.
—----------
The connection reignited.
Each move, each glance—flawless.
Noah slashed through a charging juggernaut, Solgratia blazing like the heart of a newborn star. His movements were a harmony of instinct and conviction.
Kiana warped beside him, spinning midair, her once bat that accompanied her turned into a greatsword blazing with Herrscher fire—a weapon of hope, power, and legacy. She brought it down with righteous fury, cleaving a path through the darkness as flame danced along its edge. "You missed a spot, Captain!" she laughed breathlessly, tears and fire in her eyes, her voice the roar of hope reclaimed.
Elysia danced through falling debris, her crystalline arrows forming constellations in motion. Her melody shaped the rhythm of battle, every shot contains Remembrance and hope.
Lumine surged forward, shifting from blade to blade—Anemo to Hydro to Dendro—her elemental reactions cascading in radiant harmony. Each strike was the weight of nations behind her, her blade an anthem to the journey.
And Citlali—now pulsing with steady cryo light—was no longer just holding the line. She surged ahead, sigils spiraling from her staff like falling snow catching fire. She flanked alongside the crew, voice steady, eyes locked with the enemy. "You're not alone anymore. I've got you. All of you."
Behind them, the warriors of Natlan rose.
A Pyro spearman launched flame bursts in sync with Lumine's strikes.
The Geo knight locked shields with Noah's blade arcs, shielding their flank.
A young Electro Vision holder crackled with resolve, chaining her lightning to Citlali's sigils.
And Mavuika, burning with wounds and will, leapt into the chaos beside Elysia, her spear radiant with unspoken trust.
The field pulsed—not as a battlefield—but as a stage of flame and unity.
They fought as one.
They were the blaze that defied despair.
"Go!" Citlali called again, now not just in support—but in rhythm.
"We've got your backs!"
—----------
The Crowned Abyss flailed, roaring—its voice now ragged, broken, desperate.
"No! I shattered you! I broke you—!"
Its body cracked along the seams of its own hate, trails of corrupted flame leaking like molten scars. Pieces of its obsidian crown shattered with every pulse of Solgratia's light. It lashed out in all directions, tendrils of void slamming against the Crucible's walls, trying to drag the world back into despair.
"No," Noah shouted, rising from the golden flare, Radiance blazing with Crowned Abyss purpose.
"You reminded us why we fight."
The Crowned Abyss recoiled, its limbs twitching with flickering malice—but the rhythm of unity had already begun.
They gathered like stars aligning:
Kiana, fire dancing in her hair, her greatsword raised, blazing with Herrscher defiance.
Elysia, bow drawn, an arrow of Origin light nocked—her melody quiet but unstoppable.
Lumine, wings of six elements unfurled, her blade humming with Teyvat's breath.
Citlali, wrapped in a cryo spiral, her staff glowing like a northern star.
Noah, at the center—Solgratia in his hand, brighter than the sun, steadier than fear.
They moved without command, without doubt. They belonged.
"Together!" they shouted.
Ultimate: "Luminis Ignition – Flame of Tomorrow"
Five lights spiraled upward—
An orbit of purpose and soul. The Crowned Abyss raised its arms to block—
But the light burned through its defenses like truth through a lie.
Cracks splintered its shell. Screams echoed across timelines. It tried to flee, to fold reality inward—but the Trailblaze would not allow it.
Light. Fire. Remembrance. Hope.
The Crown unraveled, piece by piece, core screaming as its power—born of endings—was devoured by beginnings.
The comet struck.
The Crucible ignited.
The Crowned Abyss's howl fractured into silence.
And all was still.
The End had fallen—
Not to might, but to meaning.