"The fifth is 'Frost,' with boundless frozen earth, difficult to pass in an instant."
"The sixth is 'life,' with endless cycles of life and death, leaving no trace."
"And there are 'Blaze,' 'Awakening,' 'Foundation,' 'Thousand,' 'Binding,' and 'Devour.'"
As the narrator spoke, these weapons were displayed one by one on the screen. Some were shaped like giant swords, majestic and powerful; others resembled flying arrows, swift and sharp; and still others were like staves, mysterious and unpredictable.
Each weapon exuded a unique aura, making one feel the immense power contained within. These oddly shaped weapons were not only formidable in appearance but also exuded a chilling deterrent, as if a mere flick of the wielder's wrist could unleash cataclysmic disasters.
"Sampo: The characteristics of each weapon are so strong. Mere external objects actually possess abilities beyond those of ordinary Trailblaze travelers. Old Sampo is truly enlightened."
"March 7th: That's not right! Sampo, aren't you a native of Belobog? Why do your previous words always give us the feeling of an interstellar person?"
Star suddenly remembered that the first time she met Sampo, he even said that the Silvermane Guards were just police.
"Star: Exactly, what is your identity?"
"Sampo: Alright, I... I admit I've been hiding something, but it's all for the sake of protecting myself and my family! Yes, yes, you also know that in this world, there are many dangerous forces and individuals. If I easily expose my true identity, it might bring trouble to me and my family."
He spoke more and more smoothly, as if it were all true.
"Huo Huo: Hahahaha."
On the screen, pairs of hands raised these weapons high, standing shoulder to shoulder, proclaiming to the world that victory was within reach! At this moment, the narrator's tone became increasingly joyful and inspiring, and her emotions grew more exhilarating.
"With these Twelve Edicts, we hold the promise of tomorrow, achieving victory after victory."
"Until..."
However, at this moment, a deep and powerful male voice resounded throughout the hall, interrupting her words: "They were all broken."
In an instant, all the weapons on the screen shattered in response, turning into countless fragments scattered across the ground.
At the same time, sinister black hands suddenly emerged from the void, like demons from hell, lunging with bared fangs and claws at the warriors holding the weapons, mercilessly dragging them into the bottomless abyss.
"Sushang: Hiss... What a terrifying feeling."
"Huo Huo: Poor planet, swallowed by endless nothingness."
In a flash, the surroundings fell into a dead silence, as if time itself had frozen.
Then, the male voice spoke again: "The price of every victory is all of humanity."
"And in the end, this 'all' was also completely lost."
At this moment, only black rain falling from the sky remained on the screen, and Himeko was quietly lying in the rain.
"The Izumo Kingdom broke twelve swords, ultimately forging the Fushi Edict Blade, with two names."
"The first is 'Beginning.'"
She slowly rose from the rain, her gaze firmly fixed forward, then tightly gripped the long blade on the ground, as if it were her entire life.
"The second is 'End.'"
And blocking her path was precisely the towering black mountain that had appeared before! No, to be precise, it should be called the Blade of Finality.
"Seventy-four thousand and seven swords were forged in the world."
"Only one can save Izumo."
"But you and I already know that the path to salvation does not exist, and tomorrow is nowhere to be found."
Himeko tightly gripped the Origin in her hand, fiercely battling the black mist. Each swing of her weapon caused a large swath of black mist to dissipate like smoke; however, the black mist surged like an endless tide, and countless grotesque monsters formed from the black mist lunged at her with bared fangs and claws.
"Humans resisting the gods will eventually turn themselves into demons."
"We risked everything, only to witness the demise of two worlds."
Suddenly, a blazing flame shot out from the tip of her blade, unstoppable, like a meteor streaking across the sky, instantly piercing through the layers of black mist. Following this, the flame directly rushed towards the towering mountain beside it, and at the same time, Himeko's figure swept past like a whirlwind, holding her long blade and directly piercing the dark mountain!
"Sushang: Wow, this weapon is too strong."
"Aventurine: It seems this is a planet that hasn't made contact with interstellar society. I just don't know how Miss Himeko embarked on her Trailblaze."
In an instant, there was a crisp snap—the long blade shattered in response, breaking into two pieces!
"That Takamagahara where the gods fell, long ago, it must have been a beautiful place like Izumo, right?"
"So, do you still remember why Izumo forged blades?"
The deep male voice gradually faded with the destruction of the mountain and the long blade, but Himeko's voice sounded again, filled with endless sorrow and resolve.
At this moment, Himeko on the screen was kneeling, looking up at the sky, surrounded by countless broken longswords and damaged weapons.
In the sky, a black sun was constantly devouring everything around it.
"Jing Yuan: Void?"
"Fu Xuan: It must be. No wonder her power manifests so strangely. No wonder she has the power of an Emissary but doesn't consider herself an Emissary."
"Sunday: You've been hiding quite deeply, Ms. Himeko."
"Himeko: But if I hadn't hidden my identity, the Family would not have agreed to my entering Penacony."
"Goelet: Indeed, the Family embraces all things, but this does not include the self-destructive ones of the Void."
"For a lie, an end that never existed."
The voice was filled with grief and despair, seemingly narrating a tragic past unknown to others.
"We have long stepped into His shadow; with every step forward, there is no turning back."
She tightly gripped the broken sword in her hand, and crimson tears flowed down her pale cheeks, dropping one by one onto the blade. Surprisingly, these teardrops seemed to possess magical power, instantly congealing into a new and sharp sword tip upon contact with the blade.
"Until the last blade was forged... nothing."
The girl whispered softly, her voice filled with endless sorrow and resolve. Her originally purple hair had inexplicably turned as white as snow. She slowly raised the long blade, which glowed red, and with a powerful swing, a dazzling sword light, like lightning, shot straight into the clouds, disappearing into the vast darkness of the sky.
"I know this world is as fleeting as dew..." The girl's gaze was fixed on the distance, her eyes filled with emotion for the impermanence of the world.
"However..."
"However..." She repeated again, her voice seemingly holding countless unspeakable sorrows.
"Cosmos of Thousand Stars - Void Tale • Three Thousand Worlds Severed by a Single Blade, End"