"Star of the Ending Dawn," Soren read over her Vocation title again, this time with a bit more clarity. Although Sienna had no Abstract Runes to draw symbolism from, she was still in possession of a Vocation…

Soul Weapons are manifestations of the Beyond's representation of your inner self (Runic Existence) mixing with the esoteric properties of Abstract Runes. And the Vocation title holds these combined symbolisms together as a singular core principle. A principle that acts as a guide for the Phantasm, leading them to grow their influence.

With that said, what kind of core principle does 'Star of the Ending Dawn,' lead to? One could assume 'Star' in this context represents 'one who shines.' Then what about 'Ending Dawn?'

As he pondered over this, Soren was reminded of something else he had obtained through his acquired knowledge of the Fourth Age of Fantasia. This history, which begins on the 1st year of the Vyak calendar and ends on the 1367th, was narrated to him through lived experiences of all who thrived or perished during this so-called 'Age of Peace.'

"From what I could remember, the lives I experienced at the beginning of this timeline all mentioned 'The Dawn…' A term that persisted for many years after…"

There was even one life he experienced where he became a history teacher for noble children. In one of the lessons, the mention of "Dawn" was brought up several times. It was explained in the context of a mythology that revolved around the creation of the Fourth Age. That the harmony between the gods gave birth to 'eternal light.'

After all, the Union of Six Divines was forged in that year, so it was logical for the people of this world to view it in such a way. That was why the Fourth Age was known as the Age of Peace for so long…

Soren frowned. "If that's the case, then 'Ending Dawn' would refer to ending this Age of Peace…"

The goal Sienna has been chasing all along—to unfreeze this world's Celestial Fate and bring about a New Age. To end this unending dawn…

To think this fated goal was even directly tied to her Vocation title…

The more he thought about it, the more logical it seemed. After all, if she didn't have any Abstract Runes to draw symbolism from, where exactly was this guiding principle coming from?

An immediate answer came to mind. One that made him shutter in fear.

"It was bestowed to her?...

"No way…"

He shook his head and smiled nervously. What kind of nonsense are you thinking, Soren? The Vessel of the Star's origins is already mysterious enough, and now I'm supposed to believe Sienna's vocation was given to her as well?

What is she, a Holy Phantasm? He scoffed but then thought about it again.

"What if that is the case?..."

After all, Sienna did possess a Blessing as well—one that was titled very strangely. [Eyes of the Fairy] couldn't obtain information on its origins or what it means.

"Out of all the deities in Yarian, none truly correspond to her Soul Weapon's governing principles… Not even the Old Gods…"

If Yvain, the first Witch of Star Fate was bestowed the Vessel of the Stars from a deity, who would it even be?..

An answer instantly formed in his mind. One that made his chest tighten…

"The Orbits… of Fate…"

Suffocation plagued every word. His mind wanted to suppress this answer… To hide it.

But he couldn't. His mind had already formed the connection… The proclamation announced itself, like a snake hissing in his ears while coiling tightly around his neck:

"The Orbits of Fate itself… Is a deity."

The words echoed like thunder across the room. Looming like an oppressive shadow clutching tightly around his heart.

He felt his vision falter. The revelation weighed heavily on his mind, making him partially lose his balance.

"Impossible… That's impossible…"

And yet the self-assurances didn't work. For he knew that what he said must be the truth. Every act of manipulation—every strange coincidence leading him to where is now…

All of it was deliberate… An intelligent force was behind it all.

"Fate… The concept of fate itself is ruled by a deity…

"Somewhere out there, that deity has the power to govern over the fate of mortals, worlds and even other gods alike…

"A deity whose name is… The Orbits of Fate."

For a second, even his control over the Fairy Bind spell began to falter. There was a growing desperation to be proven wrong… Maybe perhaps, he could even find a way to forget what he learned completely.

However, Soren was already aware it was too late… The knowledge has already entered the annals of The Records…

In that moment, he was once again reminded of Mr. Unknown's words:

"Knowledge is a responsibility, not a right. Not everything must be known…"

His lips curled upward as the madness in his eyes spiraled deeper and deeper. He began to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"A responsibility!" He chuckled, "How heavy must this responsibility be?"

He glanced at his Soul Weapon again. "What do you think, flame? I know you're listening. This responsibility… Would you like to carry it?"

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There was no response other than the usual flicker of pages. Soren's smile widened.

"How clever…"

Indeed, this knowledge was gained by coincidence. A coincidence born from fate.

"Damned Orbits… You wanted me to learn this information, didn't you? What could you possibly gain from telling me this?"

He looked up at the dark ceiling, as if expecting another heavenly revelation. Yet, nothing came.

"You won't tell me, huh…" He should have guessed. The forces that intend to manipulate him were all rotten to the core.

Even the supposed blessing He or She granted to Sienna now rings differently:

"Witnesser of all. Stopper of None."

He grit his teeth. It was as if the Orbits of Fate were mocking her.

In that moment, Soren couldn't help but imagine an endless pair of invisible eyes silently blinking… Watching his every movement. This isolated subspace that was once a comfortable home was now nothing more than a lion's den—a relic controlled by his arch enemy, fate itself.

"Perhaps my only true safe refuge was [The Faerie Court] all along…"

And yet, Soren knew that hiding there was antithetical to everything he believed in. His journey across Yarian with Myrin was full of stress and misery, but at least it was exciting… Thrilling, in fact.

It was for this reason he enjoyed his presence here at the temple. His explorations of magecraft and other topics during this period was immensely fun, but it also provided him with a sense of safety.

A sense of safety that the Whispering Dream broke to pieces…

Collecting his thoughts, Soren stood up from the bed and changed his clothes—wearing his old magi robe and cone hat with the cold-resisting robes given to him layered underneath.

Clutching tightly to his Soul Weapon, Soren made his way to the door.

"I must put an end to that damned prophecy once and for all."

WIth a flash of new memories and pain, Sienna awoke amidst an endless, vibrantly lit sky. The sun was slowly rising, welcomed by a chilling breeze that gnawed at her skin. Weakness overwhelmed her every muscle—there was nothing besides her eyelids that she could move. Yet the sprawling beauty of this world left her unwilling to close her eyes regardless. From each corner of her vision, a grandiose painting was unfolding. One of roaring clouds painted yellow, with the realm she had studied so deeply laying beneath their endless shade.

This was Yarian… The Lands of Fantasia.

Pity they hid such massive cracks…

Perhaps due to the warmth of her sympathy, Sienna was finally able to feel her body awaken from its frigid slumber. And yet, she still couldn't move. There was an external restriction placed on her…

Heavy chains wrapped tightly around her wrists, digging deep into her skin. They were nailed to the rigid wall behind her, leaving Sienna with no way of leaving her current position. As the chains rattled loudly from the howling wind, a thought instantly crossed her mind:

Anima Restriction Cuffs…

As the name implied, they were a common magitech device useful for restricting magi. Many organizations that deal with criminal magecraft activity use them.

She tried tugging on the chains again, but it was useless. They were bolted to the stone tightly.

"Enjoying the view?"

A rather pleasant voice reached her. She looked up to see a man, tall in statute, glancing down at her with a warm smile plastered across his face. His expression looked kind and innocent, like that of a charming prince. His silver hair waved gracefully in the wind, cut by the sharpness of his ears.

"You are… Silmar."

"Correct," He replied joyfully. "Don't worry, I don't plan to keep you here for long. Simply, I needed a break after that last fight with your teacher.

"She is truly a terrifying being…" He shuddered, shaking his head.

Seeing this, Sienna smiled. "I see… So you assumed control of my body during the activation of [Astronomical Revelations]."

The Whispering Dream chuckled. "Interesting isn't it? There are scholars who claim that dreams are simply a manifestation of one's anima running rampant during sleep, allowing you to observe your own desires.

"But what about prophetic dreams such as yours? How can one know if a dream is truly theirs or not? Desire is a fluid concept in of itself. There are even those who are oblivious to their own needs!..."

"Get to the point," Sienna said impatiently.

"The point is this," He sat on the rock behind her that held her chains. "Sienna Yvain—the last Witch of Star Fate—what is that you desire? Perhaps reaching new heights in your magecraft, or maybe taking care of your precious disciples who all adore you."

Sienna shook her head with a smile. "Neither.

"My goal is to usher in a new age, where the threat of ruination ceases to exist…"

Silmar's smile widened. "Wrong. That is not your desire. That is the desire of the God you have chosen to worship. Tell me your real goal."

"That is my real goal," She replied instantly, much to his surprise. "You said it yourself didn't you? Desire is fluid. Maybe if you'd spoken to the me from thirty years ago, you would have gotten a better answer."

"I see, I see…" The three black bells attached to his staff rattled eerily with the howling wind. The clouded skies once again reigned supreme over the silence.

Eventually, however, she heard a rather deep sigh.

"Both of us are very pitiful, you know? Stirred by forces out of our control, unable to escape the invisible chains placed upon us. Perhaps embracing the cruelty of your master is the right way to cope in this situation."

Sienna shook her head. "This dilemma is one that only you would face. I, on the other hand, hold pride in the role I play. A role that will inevitably bring necessary change to this world…"

"Change is a double edged sword, Witch." He replied coldly. "I've seen many kings rise and fall, but those who fell the hardest were the ones who aimed for alteration rather than stagnation.

"This Age of Peace… is one that has been forged in the fires of blood and misery. Breaking it means returning to the old ways—the rules that once brought us the War of Swords."

Sienna chuckled. "A man who wishes to end the world, is lecturing me about the harm my goal could one day cause…"

Silmar leaned back and looked directly into the sun. He spoke rather slowly to the prophetic prisoner:

"The end of a world does not mean the end of mankind. There are many worlds out there between the fractures, some more vibrant than others. And there are worlds such as ours, that have grown beyond repair. Disposing of them is the only solution left."

Seeing Sienna remain silent, Silmar chuckled slightly. "Even the Orbits of Fate that you and your ilk admire somewhat agrees with me. Tell me, Sienna, why have you not escaped from those cuffs yet?

"Surely a Phantasm with a powerful Soul Weapon like yours could find a way out of them? After all, those cuffs only restrict your regular anima, not the Astral Anima of the Beyond."

"....." Sienna kept her silence.

Seeing this, Silmar leaned back in surprise—drama glittering in his eyes.

"What's this? Don't tell me you can't use your Soul Weapon anymore…"

Sienna looked down at the floor and smiled without replying back to his provocations.

He shook his head. "I was right after all. Your deity is once again making a gamble with the fate of this world being on the line.

"I wonder what choice Soren will come to… How amusing."

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