At this moment,
this was no longer merely Otto's obsession.
It had spread beyond him,
infecting countless extraordinary beings beyond the screen.
This was the miracle
that everyone wished to witness.
The miracle
they all wanted to see Otto complete.
With a quiet murmur,
the man placed his hand upon the luminous membrane covering the Imaginary Tree.
The very next instant—
The Imaginary Tree stirred as if alive,
its light flowing gently, swaying ever so slightly.
As though resonating with his existence,
new branches began to extend and grow from the trunk.
The threads of destiny stretched outward once more,
evolving, branching,
giving rise to new possibilities—new futures.
"Ah… this other future…"
Gazing upon the sight before him,
the man's lips curved into a faint smile—
pure and unguarded,
like a child returned to innocence.
"This… will be a spacetime that belongs to her…"
In the vast silence.
In the frozen stillness.
All eyes held their breath,
watching the screen in wordless anticipation.
At this moment—
Everyone seemed to sense Otto's state of mind.
Not the surging passion they had imagined,
but something wholly unexpected—
Tranquility.
Yet among all present,
there was one exception.
In the pure white space,
watching everything unfold—
Kallen Kaslana herself.
As the white radiance swallowed all things,
as Otto struggled with his final breath to reach the Imaginary Tree—
Kallen's emotions finally broke free.
Her vision had long since blurred with tears,
yet her heart only sank deeper and deeper.
Otto was about to achieve his wish.
He was about to reach the end of his journey.
But this—
This was not what Kallen wanted.
She would rather remain forever buried beneath the earth
than allow anyone else to suffer because of her.
Especially…
Especially Otto.
"Otto… I'm sorry…"
She could only whisper the words again and again.
Gratitude.
Guilt.
Trembling at everything he had done.
All of it churned within her heart.
And then—
As new branches spread across the trunk of the Imaginary Tree,
as though heralding the moment—
Fate itself split into a new path.
In that instant—
The smoke-filled execution square still burned fiercely.
The nun, her body pierced through,
continued to struggle against the Honkai Beast.
Like a photograph frozen in black and white,
time itself stopped.
Birds circling high above hung motionless in the air.
And at some unknown moment—
Cracks began to appear
across the barrier enveloping the city.
Fractures spread rapidly,
crawling across the entire dome.
The next instant—
CRACK!
Like shattering glass—
A sharp, crystalline sound rang out!
Blinding sunlight poured in.
The gloom dispersed.
The clouds parted.
Long-lost light returned to the world.
Within that descending holy radiance—
A figure bathed in brilliance fell from the sky,
amidst a rain of shattered fragments.
At the same moment—
The nun shoved the Honkai Beast backward,
and the flames in the execution square quietly extinguished.
The destiny that had always seemed immutable,
mysterious and absolute—
Had been forcibly rewritten.
Between drifting clouds, beneath the open sky—
That battered man gripped the flaming greatsword with both hands.
Harnessing gale-force winds,
wrapped in thunder and blazing light,
he became a meteor,
plummeting from the heavens.
This scene—
Was like the descent of a god.
And at this moment—
Every viewer felt their soul quake.
This marked the unsheathing of An-Utu once more.
It marked the final step of the man's journey.
And it marked—
The greatest selfless act
a human could ever accomplish.
[Keqing: That is—Otto?!]
[Ningguang: It's… the execution square from five hundred years ago!]
[Charlotte: What's happening?!]
[March 7th: Otto actually… crossed time and space to get there!!]
[Einstein: No. A new worldline has already been created—the branch extending from the Imaginary Tree.]
[Einstein: This is indeed the execution site from five hundred years ago, but it is also the time node Otto chose.]
[Tesla: So from this moment on, history stops being history—and becomes a new future?!]
[Herta: It begins changing from this very instant.]
[Himeko (Honkai): He actually… did it?!]
[Silver Wolf: That's good.]
[Sushang: You really can change the past… through the Imaginary Tree!!]
[Aventurine: The Imaginary Tree… can really do this…]
[Furina: To achieve such a miracle…]
[Furina: This road must have been unimaginably hard…]
[Jean: This is the scene Otto has awaited for over five hundred years!]
[Lisa: Go!! Otto!!]
[Hu Tao: Go!! Archbishop!!]
[Rita: Archbishop… Rita hopes you achieve your wish.]
[Durandal: Every time An-Utu is unsheathed, it is for the one he loves.]
As the viewers said—
Within Schicksal Headquarters,
Otto's emotions finally stirred beyond control.
That ever-present, elegant, lightly mocking smile
had vanished.
In its place was a still, unfathomable calm—
like a deep, silent pool.
He stared at the screen without deviation.
Beside him,
Amber held her breath, unwilling to interrupt.
Because not only Amber—
But everyone,
having witnessed Otto's entire life,
understood with painful clarity—
What this moment meant to him.
This was the sight he had waited for.
Chased for.
Endured five centuries for.
This was—
Otto's ending.
And also—
Kallen's new beginning.
The fulfillment of Otto's lifelong wish.
On-screen—
A godlike figure of pure white,
indistinct and radiant,
held aloft the Sword of Damocles.
Descending from a divine realm,
judgment washed away sin and impurity.
The blade shone cold and bright,
executing heavenly punishment.
As the man gazed upon the beloved he had not seen for five hundred years,
scenes of their shared past flashed before his eyes—
He did not linger.
He did not hesitate.
Wrapped in the blazing flames of An-Utu unsheathed—
He became a falling star,
charging straight toward the Honkai Beast that had once claimed her life.
Within the overwhelming inferno—
Both vanished together
into boundless, drifting ash.
In that instant—
Five hundred years of life played through the man's mind like a lantern reel.
He remembered holding Kallen's cooling body as she died before his eyes—
the world draining of all color, leaving only lifeless gray.
He remembered killing his brother, murdering his father,
climbing to the throne of Archbishop through blood and iron—
avenging her upon all who judged her,
yet never able to bring her back.
He remembered the inhumane Honkai experiments conducted on living subjects—
crimes beyond enumeration.
He remembered meeting the first Herrscher of Reason,
parting ways over irreconcilable ideals.
He remembered A-310's kindness shaking his faith,
making him believe—if only briefly—in souls.
He remembered manipulating the Second Eruption as a clown in Siberia.
He remembered entering Sirin's consciousness at tremendous cost,
glimpsing divinity and receiving revelation.
He remembered Project A-423,
his attempts to create a controllable Herrscher.
He remembered negotiating with Kevin of World Serpent,
speaking in half-truths.
…
Everything.
All of it.
For the sake of reviving the girl who died five hundred years ago.
And then—
As the flames dissipated—
The nun turned back, shielding the child behind her.
When the dust finally cleared,
she looked again—
That familiar figure was there.
She saw him.
Yet—
In the next moment,
countless streaks of light tore across the sky,
and the city beneath the daylight was showered in a brilliant meteor rain.
"Kallen, live on."
She heard a voice—
familiar, yet distant.
Spinning around in shock,
she found herself alone.
This is the most selfish thing a person can do.
And also the most selfless.
In the lush afternoon forest,
sunlight filtered through swaying leaves,
casting dappled shadows upon the grass.
A crudely made wooden airplane rested quietly in a clearing.
A blond-haired boy and a silver-haired girl laughed and chased each other through the trees,
their laughter ringing like silver bells.
Under the girl's eager gaze,
the boy lifted the wooden plane
and hurled it skyward.
As the sun sank westward and twilight deepened,
the toy plane lost its lift,
wobbling before falling into the fields.
The blond man bent down and picked it up.
Then he raised his head,
looking toward the star-filled sky.
Countless stars glittered.
The Milky Way stretched endlessly.
Occasional meteors traced radiant arcs across the heavens.
So beautiful.
Even now,
he still remembered the summer night when he met her.
Just like tonight—
peaceful, unchanged.
She had slept soundly against his shoulder,
their fingers intertwined.
It was the moment he cherished and yearned for the most.
Watching every scene unfold—
All viewers fell into silence.
The chat no longer scrolled.
Only much later—
Did the blazing An-Utu
illuminate countless faces.
Did the falling meteors
brighten countless eyes.
And yet—
Every heart trembled,
aching with quiet sorrow.
Every time An-Utu is unsheathed,
it is for the one he loves.
This time was no different.
At that final moment—
Battered and broken,
Otto hesitated not even once.
He walked onward—
light, unburdened,
and utterly content.
Because as his life fell like a meteor—
He knew.
He had succeeded.
He had fulfilled the vow of five hundred years.
The one he wished to save.
The one he wished to keep.
Her fate—
Had been changed.
He had created a world
where Kallen lived.
Otto did it.
And in that same instant—
Within the pure white space—
The white-haired nun collapsed in tears.
Never had her heart sunk so deeply.
Not when she was hunted by old Schicksal.
Not when she realized her ideals clashed with reality.
Not when she walked in chains toward the gallows beneath the cold gaze of the masses.
Not even when her body was pierced by the Honkai Beast.
Never had she felt pain like this.
Still ringing in her ears
were Otto's final words—
"Kallen, live on."
That was the wish of his entire life.
The sole pursuit of his five-hundred-year journey.
And yet for Kallen—
Those words were like thorns,
taking root deep within her heart.
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