Worm CYOA: What I Did to Myself?

Much to Welt's chagrin, Anonymous didn't stop with this video and kept posting more, one video about otto, kiana, mei and bronya.

Aboard the Astral Express, in his silent room, Welt Yang watched the broadcast from Anonymous on his cell phone. The digitized voice, the mask, the grand cosmic revelations... all of it was unsettling. But what made his blood run cold was the display of his own world. Images of the Third Eruption, the fight against Schicksal, of Otto, Kiana, Mei, Bronya... and himself, younger, as the Herrscher of Reason. His past, which he carried like a heavy, but private, suitcase, was suddenly opened and its contents scattered for the entire multiverse to see.

"They had no right. They simply had no right. Those memories... are not a historical archive to be dissected by strangers. They are the scars of my soul. Himeko's struggle, her sacrifice. The burden Kiana carried. Mei's pain. Bronya's resilience. Fu Hua's long and tortuous journey. And Otto... even Otto's tragedy. They were our stories. Our losses. Our triumphs."

"Seeing them exposed like this, like a sensationalist documentary, is a violation. They took our pain and turned it into 'content.' Into an 'introduction' for their grand narrative about entities and loops. They don't understand the weight behind those images. To them, it's just information. To me, it's the faces of the friends I lost, the battles that almost broke us, the world I fought to protect."

"The PTSD... I thought I had it under control. But seeing it all again, so raw and unexpected... it's like the wound never healed. Just covered by a thin layer of skin that's now been ripped away. The Honkai... I traveled across star systems to get away from it, but it always finds a way to pull me back."

Now, the truth is out there for everyone to see. That I was a 'Herrscher,' a being of immense power born of a force that destroys worlds. How will they look at me now? With fear? With suspicion? The trust we've built... will it survive this?"

"And it goes beyond the Express. The Interastral Peace Corporation. The Stellaron Hunters and the factions of the universe. They'll see the broadcast. They'll hear about the Honkai, a force that rivals the power of the Aeons. And they'll see me. A survivor from that world. An ex-Herrscher. I won't just be an anonymous passenger anymore. I'll be an 'asset of interest.' A source of information. An anomaly to be studied, contained, or exploited."

"The IPC will want to dissect my technology, the Star of Eden. The Stellaron Hunters might see me as a tool or an obstacle to Elio's plans. And the Aeons... how will they react to a being who carries the 'signature' of a cosmic force from a world unknown to the Aeons? I wanted a quiet journey, a chance to see the stars and perhaps guide a new generation. Instead, I've just become one of the most dangerous and wanted people in the galaxy, without having done absolutely anything."

"But my own danger isn't what worries me most. It's Kiana. Bronya. Mei. Theresa. The world I left behind. The broadcast exposed not just our past, but our existence. What if this cosmic attention turns to them? What if some faction in this universe, like the IPC, decides that Earth and its 'Honkai energy' are a resource to be exploited? And what if Nanook, the Aeon of Destruction, sees the Honkai as a potential rival or ally?"

"I left that world behind, believing it was in good hands. But by traveling here, I may have, unintentionally, built a bridge between the two worlds. A bridge that's now lit up by spotlights for everyone to see. My duty as the former Sovereign of Anti-Entropy, as a protector of humanity, never truly ended, did it?"

"I need to be more careful. I need to understand who watched this broadcast and what they plan to do with that information. My journey is no longer just about observing. It's back to being about protecting. Protecting my new friends on the Express from the attention I'm going to attract. And, somehow, from a distance, protecting my old home from the universe's dangerous curiosity. The weight of the past... it seems it only gets heavier, no matter how far you travel."

In St. Freya, the air was filled with laughter and the aroma of cake. Kiana Kaslana's birthday celebration was a rare moment of peace, a hard-won respite in a world still healing from the scars left by the Sky People. Veterans of the war against the Honkai and the new generation of warriors mingled, sharing stories and a glimpse of normalcy. Theresa presided over the party with a proud smile, Mei supervised the food with affectionate efficiency, and even the Herrscher of Sentience contented herself with stealing snacks instead of causing chaos.

It was in this scene of joy that the Anonymous broadcast took over all the screens, silencing the music and freezing the smiles. The digitized voice spoke of ideas, revolution, and, to the horror of everyone present, of the Honkai universe.

**The Old Guard: Wounds Reopened and Shadows of the Past**

For the legends of the Third Eruption, the broadcast was a personal and devastating attack.

Theresa Apocalypse felt the ground disappear beneath her feet. Seeing the crimes of Otto, her "grandfather," exposed so rawly and publicly, was like reliving the trauma of Kolosten. She had fought so hard to redefine Schicksal's legacy, to transform it into a force for good. "Not again...", she whispered, her face pale. The mention of the "Entities" and "eternal loops" made her look instinctively at Fu Hua.

Fu Hua, the Phoenix, remained still, her expression unreadable. But inside, a storm was brewing. The theory of a "fixed script" orchestrated by cosmic beings was not a revelation, but the most terrifying confirmation of her 50,000 years of observation. Every civilization she had seen rise and fall, every sacrifice... could it all have been a predetermined spectacle? Her eyes met those of the Herrscher of Sentience.

Sentience crossed her arms, a mocking smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes. "Ha! I always said this world was a bad joke! Turns out the joke is even bigger than I thought." She gestured towards the screen. "So, we're all puppets dancing for some giant space monsters? How pathetic! At least now you idiots can't pretend you're in control anymore." Her bravado barely hid a deep rage; the idea that her own rebellion for freedom might have been part of the script was the final insult.

Raiden Mei and Bronya Zaychik, now pillars of the new era, reacted with a somber gravity. Mei, seeing the images of the Third Eruption and Otto's crimes, felt the weight of her own past as the Herrscher of Thunder. The revelation of the Entities made her look at Kiana, whose sacrifice on the Moon now seemed part of a much crueler game. Bronya, the Herrscher of Reason and master of technology, analyzed the situation with a cold mind. "The broadcast is impenetrable," she stated, her eyes shining with data. "The technology to do this and the knowledge they possess... it's not of this world. The threat of the 'Entities' must be treated as the primary directive. Everything else is secondary."

Bianka "Durandal" Ataegina and Rita Rossweisse exchanged a tense look. For Bianka, who had dedicated her life to the ideals of Schicksal and to Otto, seeing the naked truth of his manipulations was painful, even if she already knew much of it. "They are using the truth as a weapon to create chaos," said Rita, her voice as calm as ever, but with a steely undertone. "We need to control the narrative before panic spreads."

Seele and Veliona had opposite reactions. Seele, the gentler one, felt a wave of empathy and fear for all the worlds trapped in these cycles. "So much suffering... and all for nothing?", she murmured, holding Bronya's arm. Veliona, on the other hand, felt a primal fury. "ENTITIES?", her voice echoed in Seele's mind. "Other beings dare to treat our existence as a game? Let them come! I'll show them how a Herrscher of Death really plays!"

**The APHO Generation: The Uncertain Future Becomes Threatening**

For the Squad 2 team, who fought in the ruins of St. Fountain against the remnants of the Honkai, the news recontextualized their own mission.

Adam, the pragmatic Einherjar, simply frowned. "Another enemy," he said, as if adding an item to a to-do list. "If they manipulate time and space, conventional tactics are useless. We need more information." His calmness was his armor, but the mention of fate-defining forces shook even his stoicism.

Lyle Collodi, always trying to lighten the mood, failed for the first time. "Well... at least now we know why things are always so complicated, huh?", he tried to joke, but his voice came out weak. The idea that his sacrifices and those of his friends could be erased by a cosmic 'reset' was terrifying.

Carole Peppers and Timido Cute reacted with youthful shock. Carole, always optimistic and full of energy, fell silent, her eyes wide. "So... everything Aunt Mei and the others fought for... it could happen again? And again?". Timido, who had fought so hard to overcome her fears, felt a new kind of dread, an existential fear that her courage didn't matter in the grand scheme of things.

**The New Generation (Part 2): A Disconcerting Reality**

For the younger Valkyries, who grew up in a world where the Honkai was a distant story, the broadcast was a brutal awakening.

Dreamseeker, the team leader, felt the weight of responsibility fall upon her shoulders. "Everything we learned in school... history... it's just a part of the truth." She looked at her companions. "This changes everything."

Senadina, with her carefree attitude, became strangely serious. The idea of "fixed scripts" deeply annoyed her. "Nobody writes my future," she declared, crossing her arms. "Whether it's Honkai, Entities, or whatever. If they get in my way, I'm going to blast a hole through them."

Coralie, the analytical mind of the group, was overwhelmed. "The scale... it's incomprehensible. Multiversal manipulation, cycles of destruction... The data doesn't fit any known scientific model. It's like trying to understand the ocean with a dropper."

Helia and Songque, the artists and observers, saw the situation through their own lenses. Helia saw the ultimate tragedy, a story of heroes fighting in vain. Songque saw a pattern, a web of intertwined destinies that was both beautiful and terrifying.

**Anti-Entropy: The Fury of Reason**

In their own corner of the party, the brains and brawn of Anti-Entropy watched with growing alarm.

Tesla was red with rage. "THESE ANARCHISTS! THEY'RE GOING TO PLUNGE THE WORLD INTO CHAOS!", she shouted, gesturing wildly at the screen. "Exposing the existence of the Honkai so irresponsibly... and now this? Space gods? They're trying to start an apocalypse cult on a global scale!"

Einstein, on the other hand, was completely absorbed. "Fascinating," she murmured, adjusting her glasses. "The hypothesis of a higher-dimensional observer structuring our reality... it would explain certain inconsistencies in the law of causality. We need to capture a fragment of this broadcast. The information it contains could be the most important discovery in history."

Siegfried Kaslana, who had lived through the worst of the Honkai, felt a deep weariness. He looked at Kiana, whose party had been ruined, and felt a wave of protective fury. "No matter how many gods or demons exist," he said, his voice a low growl. "Nobody is going to touch my daughter. Nobody."

**Reflections on an Interrupted Birthday: A Soul's Violation**

Kiana's birthday party was silenced. The cake, the decorations, the smiles... everything froze in place, replaced by the cold light of the screen and the digital voice that dissected their lives. For the heroines of St. Freya, the broadcast was not a revelation of facts, but a violation of their souls.

**Reflections of Kiana Kaslana and Raiden Mei: The Sanctuary Exposed**

Kiana and Mei stood side by side as images of their past flooded the screen. Nagazora. Mei's transformation into a Herrscher. Kiana's struggle against her own darkness. The battle on the Moon. And, interwoven with the war, moments of tenderness, of despair, of support... the story of their love, forged in the fire of the apocalypse, now a public spectacle.

**Kiana:**

"This... no. Not like this. The fight against Sirin, the emptiness inside me, the guilt... I fought so hard to overcome that, to accept that part of me. It was my battle. And Mei... she was there. She held me when I was falling apart. She was my light. Those moments... they were ours. They were sacred. And now... now the whole universe is watching. They don't see the pain, the struggle, the love. They see a 'Herrscher of the End,' a 'Herrscher of Thunder.' They've turned us into... into files. Into examples for their thesis."

"They're looking at Mei. They see her power, the darkness she overcame. Will they fear her? Will they judge her? After everything she did to control herself, to use her power for good... this broadcast drags her back into the mud. And I... I can't protect her from this. I can fight monsters and gods, but how do I fight against the gaze of a million worlds? They took the most precious thing in my life and nailed it to a billboard for everyone to see. It hurts. It hurts more than any battle wound."

**Raiden Mei:**

"My past. The darkness I tried so hard to seal away. The monster I was, that I still fear being. I made peace with it, because of Kiana. My power is hers, my heart is hers. Our history, our struggle to stay together, is what saved me. It was our sanctuary."

"Now, that sanctuary has been broken into. They show my flaws, my sins, for everyone. And worse, they show Kiana. They show her sacrifice, her pain. They turn her into a tragic symbol. And they show... us. Together. They don't understand. They can't understand what it meant for us to find each other in the midst of that hell. To them, it's just a 'relationship.' An interesting data point. They took our love, the purest and strongest thing in my life, and turned it into a footnote in their history about the end of the world. I feel... exposed. Violated. And a part of me, the part I keep chained, wants to burn the worlds that are now watching us."

**Reflections of Bronya Zaychik: The Impotence of Reason**

While the others were paralyzed by emotional shock, Bronya acted. As the Herrscher of Reason, she rushed to the nearest terminal, her fingers flying across the keyboard, trying to do what she does best: control the uncontrollable.

"Unacceptable. The Schicksal network, the Anti-Entropy network... all our defenses, useless. The signal has no origin. It's a quantum superposition, transmitting from everywhere and nowhere. My tracking algorithms are useless. My attempts to block it are like trying to stop a tsunami with my hands. I, the Herrscher of Reason, the master of information and technology... I am powerless."

"And then... they show Cocolia's Orphanage. They show... Seele. My Seele. The darkness, the fear, the experiments. The promise I made. The pain we shared. That was our secret. The basis of everything I am. The reason I fight. They took the most vulnerable part of my soul and projected it onto the cosmos."

"I look at Seele across the room, and I see the fear in her eyes. And for the first time in a long time, I don't know how to fix this. I can build any weapon, hack any system, but I cannot erase this knowledge. I cannot protect Seele from the gaze of a million worlds. My power, my reason... what good are they, if I cannot protect the heart of the person who matters most to me? I feel weak. I feel like that little girl in the orphanage again. And I hate this feeling."

**Reflections of Tesla and Einstein: A Scientific and Personal Secret**

In a corner, the two Anti-Entropy scientists watched with a horror that was both professional and deeply personal. The broadcast not only exposed military secrets, but also a chapter of their lives they had kept locked away.

"They... they know about him. About the First. About Welt Joyce. They didn't just mention Anti-Entropy; they showed images, data... and implied... the connection. Our connection to him."

"Tesla (internal reflection): That idiot... that idealistic genius. We loved him. Both of us did. Maybe in different ways, but he was our center. Our inspiration. And our greatest pain. It was a scientific secret, the origin of our power, but it was... ours. Personal. Now, the entire universe knows. They'll see us not as the founders of Anti-Entropy, but as... the women who loved the first Herrscher. This reduces everything we built to a personal drama."

"Einstein (internal reflection): The logic behind our actions, the foundation of Anti-Entropy... everything was tied to him. To his will. To his sacrifice. It was a complex equation of science, loyalty, and... affection. An equation we kept balanced for decades. This revelation unbalances everything. It exposes the emotional variable we always tried to keep out of official reports. They didn't just leak our projects; they leaked our hearts. And against this kind of exposure, there's no firewall that works."

**Reflections of Earth's Populace: The Breach of Trust**

The Anonymous broadcast wasn't only watched in the headquarters of Schicksal and Anti-Entropy. It was seen in apartments in Arc City, in cafes in Nagazora, in shelters that still housed refugees from past catastrophes. For the common citizen, who lived under the shadow of the Honkai and was taught to trust their protectors, the message was an earthquake that shook the very foundations of their reality.

An office worker in Arc City, taking a lunch break, reflects:

"Otto Apocalypse... I grew up hearing that name. The Overseer of Schicksal. The man who led the organization that protected us for centuries. Yes, he was seen as ruthless, but we were always told it was a necessity. That he made the difficult decisions so we could live in peace. And now... I see this. Human experiments? Manipulation of global events for 500 years? All for... a personal obsession? He wasn't a ruthless leader. He was a selfish monster. And we revered him."

"Today's Schicksal, under the leadership of Grand Master Theresa, is different. We see the work they do, the humanitarian aid, the transparency. But how can we completely trust them now? The entire organization was built on the lies and crimes of one man. How many of those secrets are still buried? How many of the technologies that save us today were built upon the bodies of innocent victims? I look at the Valkyries in the street, our heroines, and for the first time, I feel a pang of fear. Who are they really taking orders from?"

An ex-resident of Nagazora, who lost her home during the Third Eruption, reflects in a café:

"Anti-Entropy. They were the 'good guys.' The scientists, the rebels who fought against Schicksal's tyranny. They helped us rebuild. They gave us technology, support. We saw them as our true saviors, the honest alternative. And now... this broadcast shows that they also lied. They hid the truth about the nature of the Honkai, manipulated events, played their own political games while people like me lost everything."

"They say they did this to prevent panic. What a convenient lie! They did it to maintain power, to control the narrative. They treated us like children who couldn't handle the truth. We survived a Honkai Eruption, saw monsters come out of the ground, and they think we can't handle the truth? Their arrogance is... suffocating. They're no better than Otto. They just wear lab coats instead of bishop's robes."

**A Young Activist, Organizing an Online Protest from His Terminal:**

"It's not enough that Otto is dead. It's not enough that Schicksal has a new leader. One man doesn't commit 500 years of crimes alone. He had accomplices. He had an organization that enabled his atrocities. And Anti-Entropy, with their silence and their own manipulations, is also guilty. They built our modern world on a foundation of lies and suffering."

"We don't want excuses. We want justice. We want the files opened. All of them. We want to know who the victims of Otto's experiments were. We want their families to receive compensation. We want Schicksal and Anti-Entropy to pay for their crimes, not just with money, but with a complete reform and public oversight."

"They tell us to fear the Honkai. To fear the 'Entities.' But how can we trust them to protect us from external threats, when they themselves were an internal threat for so long? Trust has been broken. And it won't be rebuilt with empty promises. It will be rebuilt with actions. With reparations. With justice. The people are no longer ignorant. Anonymous gave us the truth. Now, let's use it to demand a better world."

The Anonymous broadcast ignited a fire in the population. The gratitude they felt for their protectors turned into a latent rage. The feeling of security was replaced by a deep distrust. People began to look at the great towers of Schicksal and the laboratories of Anti-Entropy no longer with admiration, but with suspicion. The war against the Honkai may have entered a phase of calm, but a new war, a war for truth and accountability, was just beginning.

**Acheron was somewhere among the stars, perhaps on a rainy planet that mirrored the sadness in her heart, when the Anonymous broadcast cut through reality. She watched it on a screen. She felt it. As an Emanator of Nihility, she perceived the ripple in the tapestry of the cosmos, a truth that screamed against the silence of oblivion. And amidst this truth, she saw a face that was and was not hers.**

"A face... just like mine. Raiden Mei. They call her the Herrscher of Thunder. A queen crowned with lightning and fury, born of catastrophe. The image... it's like looking into a broken mirror. I see the form, the hair color, the purple gleam of power. But the reflection that comes back isn't mine. It's someone else's. And yet... it hurts."

"They show her struggle. The darkness within her. The fear of hurting the person she loves most. A white-haired girl... Kiana. The name sounds like a note from a song I've forgotten. Raiden Mei's struggle to control her power, not to become a monster... why does that feel so familiar? It's like the memory of a phantom pain in a limb I didn't know I'd lost."

"My memory is an ocean of mist. Fragments float, unconnected. A blade. A promise. A lost world. But seeing her story, it's like the mist is stirring. I see lightning in my mind. I feel the weight of a crown I never wore. I feel the pain of a loss I cannot name. Who was I? Was I ever... like her?"

"She carries a heavy burden. The burden of a destructive power, the fear of herself, the desperate love for another person. I walk the Path of Nihility. My power erases things, reduces them to nothingness. It is a power of endings. Her power is also one of destruction. We are both women who became calamities."

"I feel... a sympathy for her. A strange connection across the voids of the multiverse. She found an anchor in her Kiana. She found a reason to fight against her own darkness. She found a path to redemption, even while carrying the power of a storm god. She managed to turn her curse into a tool for protection."

"And me? I have no anchor. My memories are sand slipping through my fingers. My path leads me further and further into nothingness. Seeing her story, a question rises from the depths of my oblivion: did I ever have someone like her Kiana? Did I ever have a reason to fight? Or did I... fail? Did I succumb to the darkness that she managed to tame? The sympathy I feel for her is tinged with the bitterest envy. The envy of a memory she has and I lost."

"The 'Entities'. The 'loops'. The idea that everything is a cycle of suffering... this resonates with the very nature of my Path. Non-existence. The end of all things. Perhaps my Aeon, IX, is not merely the personification of entropy. Perhaps it is the only logical answer to a universe that is a prison. The only true liberation."

"Raiden Mei fights to protect her world within the cycle. She fights to create meaning in an existence that might be meaningless. It is a noble struggle. Beautiful, even. But perhaps... it is a futile struggle. Perhaps true mercy is not fighting, but accepting the end. Letting everything unravel into nothingness, so that the pain of the cycle finally stops."

"But in seeing her... in feeling this connection... another possibility arises. What if the goal is neither to fight within the cycle, nor to embrace nothingness? What if there is a third path? A path that she, with her love, and I, with my power over the end, could tread? Her image, fighting with such ferocity for her small, precious world, ignites a spark in the darkness of my soul. A spark I thought had long since been extinguished. A question. Not 'who was I?', but... 'who could I have been?'. And, perhaps, the most dangerous question of all: 'who might I yet become?'"

The transmission ends. Acheron remains silent, the rain falling around her. For the first time in a long time, the mist in her mind doesn't feel like emptiness, but a veil. And she feels an almost painful urge to pull it aside, to see the face behind it, even if it is the face of a monster. The face of a woman named Raiden.

Reflections in a Post-War World: The Distorted Mirror

In the meeting room of a world still healing from the scars left by the Will of Honkai, the heroes and survivors watched the Anonymous transmission. For Houraiji Kyuusyou, Sirin, Yssring Leavtruth, Bronya, and Theresa Apocalypse, the message was not about a distant enemy, but about a distorted and disturbing reflection of themselves.

Houraiji Kyuusyou's Reflections: The Technological Singularity Crisis

Kyuusyou's brilliant mind, always focused on innovation and the next technological frontier, was suddenly forced to look back, to a past that wasn't her own, but was terribly familiar.

"Incredible... their technology. Schicksal, Anti-Entropy... they followed a development path parallel to ours, but with crucial divergences. The Divine Keys, the Herrschers... the names are the same, but the application, the history, is different. It's like looking at a beta version of our own world. Or perhaps... *we* are the beta version."

"And the people... a Bronya who becomes the Herrscher of Reason, a Theresa who leads a Schicksal faction... and a Kiana. A girl who doesn't exist in our world, but carries the Kaslana legacy. And she is... a clone? A clone that carries Sirin's consciousness? The bioengineering and soul manipulation necessary for such a feat are... frightening. And fascinating. They achieved what we never attempted: they gave Sirin a second chance, even if accidentally and tortuously."

"But the greatest anomaly is Otto Apocalypse. The face, the name... are the same as Theresa's grandfather. But the actions... 500 years of manipulation, all for a single person. The Otto of our world, despite his flaws, wasn't this monster of obsession. It's the ultimate proof of chaos theory. A small change in the past, a different decision, and a leader becomes a tyrant. This makes me question... how close our own world came to following that dark path? And what stopped us?"

For Sirin, who found a form of peace and redemption after the war, seeing herself in another reality was a visceral and deeply disturbing experience.

"That girl... Kiana. They say she is me. That my core, my consciousness, was placed inside her. And she... she became a hero, a better, more mature version of yourself.

Yssring:

"The existence of parallel worlds with divergent outcomes is proof that victory is never guaranteed. We defeated the Will of Honkai. But in this other world, the fight continues, in a different way. This means our peace is not a final state, but a fortunate anomaly. The 'Entities' and their 'loops'... if that is true, then our victory might have been just one allowed outcome, a single successful iteration among a million failures. We are not the masters of our destiny. We are, at best, the lucky survivors of a single cycle."

Bronya:

"The Bronya of that world... she inherited the power of the Herrscher of Reason. She became a leader, a pillar for her friends. She had a Seele, just like me. Our paths are so similar, yet different. She seems... more complete. More certain of her place in the world. Seeing her forces me to question my own choices. I fought, I survived, but what is my purpose now, in this age of peace? She found hers in the ongoing struggle. And I?"

"And the existence of a Kiana, a clone with Sirin's soul, raises ethical and tactical questions we never considered. They turned a Herrscher into their greatest weapon. Their approach was riskier, but perhaps... more rewarding. Are we truly safe, or merely stagnant?"

For Theresa, the revelation about the other-world Otto was a personal blow, staining the name and memory she carried.

"Otto... my grandfather. In our world, he was the leader of Schicksal, a complex man, but who, in the end, fought for humanity. But that man on the screen... that Otto... he is a monster. A monster who uses my grandfather's face. 500 years of lies, of sacrifices, all for a selfish obsession. He personifies everything Schicksal could have become in the worst-case scenario."

"When people in this multiverse hear the name 'Apocalypse,' they will think of him. Of the tyrant. Of the manipulator. The name I carry, the legacy I try to honor... it has been stained by the sins of a man from another world. How can I lead, how can I inspire trust, when my own last name has become synonymous with cosmic betrayal?"

"And the existence of another Theresa, leading a faction, fighting alongside a Kiana... does she also bear this burden? Are we both trapped, trying to clean up the mess left by a man who should have been our protector? The revelation didn't give me answers. It gave me a weight I didn't know I had to carry: the weight of the sins of another me, in another world."

Karin Mered's Reflections

"That girl, Kiana... she fights with a ferocity I recognize, but there is a fragility in her, a pain she carries openly. And their Raiden Mei... she turned her Herrscher power into a weapon to protect, not to destroy. They are blades that were broken and reforged in the fire, perhaps stronger than we ever were. We won our war, but they... they are winning a war within their own souls every day."

"I feel... admiration. We achieved peace. We can rest our weapons. But they don't have that luxury. They continue to fight, not for some grand ideal of final victory, but for the person beside them, for the next sunrise. There is a purity in that kind of struggle, a nobility that perhaps we lost in our total war. They are not just soldiers. They are heroines in a truer sense."

Arkria Hroptr's Reflections:

"We sought a definitive solution. The eradication of the Will of Honkai. We believed that peace could only be achieved through total victory. But their world shows us another truth. Their peace is not the absence of conflict, but the persistence of hope amidst it."

"Look at their Theresa. Leading an organization stained by the sins of its predecessor, struggling to transform it into something better. Look at their Fu Hua, carrying the weight of millennia, but still guiding the new generation. They have no clear path to victory. Their enemy is multifaceted, sometimes invisible. And yet, they build. They teach. They love."

"This makes me question the nature of our own peace. Is it robust? Or is it fragile because it was built on the premise that the enemy is gone forever? The revelation of the 'Entities' suggests that the enemy never leaves. Their world, in its constant struggle, may, paradoxically, be more prepared for the truth of the universe than ours. Their wisdom comes not from victory, but from resilience."

The Anonymous transmission spread through the Luofu's networks, a strange ripple in the routine of a nearly eternal civilization. In the Palace of Divine Foresight and the bustling streets, two individuals in particular felt the revelation in a profoundly personal way. General Jing Yuan watched the transmission in his office, the Sleeping Lion at his feet. His expression, usually calm and a little sleepy, became sharp and focused. He heard about the Honkai, the Entities, and the loops, processing everything with the mind of a strategist who has seen eras of conflict. But it was a specific image that captured his full attention.

"So, it's true. The legends about other worlds, the reality bubbles that the Astral Express traverses... are more than just stories. And in them... there are echoes of us."

"Marshal Hua's. They call her Fu Hua. The face is the same as Marshal Hua's, before her ascension. The same serious expression, the same aura of immortal discipline. But her fight... is different. She doesn't command armies or star fleets. She fights in intimate, close-quarters battles, guiding a small group of young warriors. She seems... closer. More human."

"I know the Marshal as a legend, a figure of almost unattainable power and wisdom, the heroine who saved the Xianzhou. But this Fu Hua... she bleeds, she tires, she carries the weight of 50,000 years not like a mantle of glory, but like scar-laden armor. She is the Phoenix before she became a myth. Seeing her like this, fighting with such ferocity for such a broken world, gives me a new perspective on the strength of the woman we know as our greatest heroine. She was not born a legend; she forged herself into one, through millennia of pain and sacrifice."

"This is also a warning. If there are other versions of her, are there other versions of other people? Other versions of the Luofu? Other wars? The revelation of the 'Entities' suggests that our own struggle against the Abundance may be just one of many staged conflicts. As General, my duty is to protect the Luofu. This new knowledge does not change the duty, but expands the battlefield beyond the stars we know. And it gives me a new appreciation for the resilience of the one who has always been our guardian, in any world she may find herself."

Meanwhile, somewhere in the markets or the Cloud Knights' training grounds, Li Sushang watched the transmission on a jade scroll, her mouth opening in shock. She saw wars, monsters, and gods, but it was the face of a single woman that made her pause.

"Is this... is this me? Li Sushang? The name is the same, the face is the same... but... wow. She's... different. The way she carries herself, the discipline in her eyes. She serves this 'Schicksal,' a Valkyrie named 'Durandal.' She looks so... serious. So professional."

"And her fighting! The precision, the sword technique... it's incredible! I love a good fight and I try my best, but she... she's a master. She moves like she was born with a sword in her hand. She doesn't have my... hesitation. My tendency to get distracted. She's everything the Cloud Knights' instructors always told me I should be. She's the 'perfect' version of me."

"That's... kind of depressing, right? To know there's a version of you out there who is stronger, more disciplined, more... everything. She probably never shows up late for training. She probably never daydreams about stories of heroes, because she *is* one. She's living the life of a great warrior that I only read about in books."

"But, at the same time... it's inspiring. If she can be that amazing, it means I have that potential inside me too, right? We're the same person, deep down. Maybe I just need to... try a little harder. Focus a little more. Maybe I can be as strong as her someday. Seeing this other Li Sushang doesn't make me feel small. It makes me want to be bigger. Alright, enough slacking! Where's my greatsword? I have a new goal: to be as cool as my other self!"

In the frozen world of Jarilo-VI, sealed from the universe by 700 years of Eternal Winter, an impossible transmission broke through the isolation. The Anonymous message, speaking of worlds and wars beyond the stars, was seen in the opulent halls of the Upper World and in the dark alleys of the Underworld. For two young women on opposite sides of a fractured society, the revelation was a glimpse of a destiny they could not comprehend, but which resonated in their souls in disturbing ways.

At Qlipoth Fort, amidst her studies and the weight of her mother, Supreme Guardian Cocolia's expectations, Bronya watched the transmission on a restricted access terminal. The information was shocking, but it was the images of a girl with her face that made her hold her breath.

"Impossible. A fake? A transmission from before the Eternal Winter? No... the technology, the images... they are too advanced. So... another world. And another... me. She is a warrior. A 'Herrscher.' What does that mean? She creates things from nothing, fights with a confidence that I... do not possess. I am trained to lead, to govern. To be the next Supreme Guardian. My life is about order, about maintaining Belobog's stability."

"Her life is about the chaos of battle. She seems so... free. Even in the midst of war. She is not trapped by duties and expectations like me. She fights for her friends, for her own convictions. She has a purpose that she forged herself. I... I have a purpose that was given to me. There is a strength in her that I admire. And envy."

"And the girl who fights alongside her... they call her 'Seele.' She has the same defiant look as that girl from the Underworld. The Wildfire leader. My enemy. But in that world, the 'Bronya' and the 'Seele' fight together. They trust each other. Protect each other. What a strange thought. Trust someone from the Underworld? Fight alongside someone who represents the disorder I was taught to contain? It is illogical. And yet... there is something in that image, in that bond, that feels... right. Like a piece of a puzzle I didn't know I was putting together. What a foolish and dangerous feeling."

In a forgotten corner of Boulder Town, on a flickering screen that barely worked, Seele watched the same transmission. She scoffed at the big words about gods and universes, until she saw two faces that made her stop. One was her own. The other was the face of the girl from the Upper World. The heiress. Her enemy.

"Ha. What a joke. Another world, another me. And just look at her. With a fancy scythe and bright powers. She doesn't seem like she has to fight for scraps of food or worry about the Fragmentum crawling up the walls. She seems... powerful. Respected. Not afraid of anything."

"And she fights alongside... her. The 'Princess' of the Upper World. The Bronya of that world. They aren't facing each other across an abyss of class and privilege. They're fighting back-to-back. The Bronya there doesn't look at the Seele there with pity or contempt. She looks with... trust. And the Seele there... she doesn't hate her. She protects her."

"What a weird world. A world where someone like me and someone like her could be... friends? Allies? It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. The Bronya here only cares about her order, about the Upper World's comfort. She would never care about people like us. She would never fight for us."

"But... seeing that... seeing myself fighting with so much power, and seeing the Bronya there fighting with so much determination... it ignites something in me. A different kind of anger. Not just against the Upper World, but against this broken world of ours. Why does our world have to be like this? Why can't we be like them? Why do we have to be enemies? It's an annoying thought. And I can't get it out of my head. Maybe... maybe the real fight isn't against Bronya. Maybe it's against the walls that separate us."

In HG2 School Girl, a peaceful world where the characters are ordinary students, would be a shocking, thrilling, and slightly terrifying experience, like watching the trailer for an epic action film and discovering that you are the star.

Kiana, who was probably dozing off at the back of the room, sat straight up, her eyes widening with childlike excitement and disbelief.

"WOW! LOOK! Is that me? With pistols and a giant baseball bat? And... and I'm a 'Herrscher'? Whatever that is, it looks super cool! She's jumping off buildings, fighting giant monsters... It's like the protagonist of my favorite video game has my face!"

"And Mei-senpai! Look at her! With a katana and lightning everywhere! She looks so powerful and amazing! We both... we're partners! Fighting together to save the world from a threat called 'Honkai'. This is... the coolest thing I've ever seen in my life!"

"Life here is nice, sure. Going to school, hanging out with Mei-senpai but I always felt like something was missing. A little bit of... action! And knowing that, in another world, I'm a superhero... that's incredible! I wonder if I have those powers hidden somewhere too. Maybe if I concentrate really hard, I can shoot lasers? No? Okay, maybe not. But still! A version of me is a hero! That's way better than getting a perfect score in math!"

Mei, sitting elegantly at her desk, watched with more restrained surprise, but with deep admiration and a hint of concern.

"Incredible... this other version of me. Her strength, the determination in her eyes. She fights to protect the Kiana-chan of that world with a ferocity that... I recognize in my own heart. Her power, her control over lightning... is frightening, but it is also beautiful."

"But... they also showed her pain. The darkness she had to overcome. The struggle not to become a monster. This makes me wonder... do I also have this darkness within me? Life here is so peaceful. But if I were put in a situation like hers, if Kiana-chan were in danger... would I be able to fight like her? Or would the darkness consume me?"

"And the Kiana of that world... she carries so much weight, so much suffering. But she keeps smiling, keeps fighting. She is a true hero. Knowing that, somewhere, we are both fighting together in such an epic battle... is strangely comforting. It makes our own bond here, our friendship, seem even more special. And it makes me want to protect the Kiana-chan of this peaceful reality of ours with even more strength, so that she never has to know the kind of pain her other self knew."

Bronya, probably playing on her console under the desk, and Seele, drawing in her notebook, were equally shocked.

"Analysis: The transmission data is fascinating. A parallel world where video game concepts like 'superpowers', 'final bosses', and 'apocalyptic war' are real. My other self is a 'Herrscher of Reason,' capable of manifesting technology with her mind. It's like the most 'broken' character in an RPG. Her combat efficiency is impressive. The design of her weapons... I could use some ideas for my next game project."

"The 'Seele' of that world... she has a giant scythe and seems so confident. And she has... another 'me' who protects her. It's like how Bronya protects me here, but... in a more literal way. And they fight together, like inseparable partners. It's... cool. It makes me feel less alone, knowing that in another world, a bond like ours exists, but in a real adventure."

Fu Hua watched the transmission with intense concentration, her logical mind trying to process the impossible. She didn't feel echoes or memories, but rather a deep and disconcerting feeling of dissociation, as if she were watching a famous actress who happened to be identical to her.

"This... it can't be real. Is it some kind of elaborate prank? A viral marketing campaign for a new movie or game? But the way it interrupted everything... it's too sophisticated. So... another universe. And another... me. They call her Fu Hua. And she... she is a heroine of legends. 50,000 years? That's impossible. Recorded human history doesn't even come close."

"And the way she fights. With her bare hands, against monsters and beings with divine powers. She moves with a grace and precision that are mesmerizing. I strive for discipline in my studies, in my martial arts at the school club. I believe in order, in self-control. But she... she is the ultimate personification of those ideals. She is the perfection I seek, but on a scale I never imagined."

"Seeing her fills me with overwhelming admiration. She is everything I aspire to be: strong, wise, protective. She guides those girls, Kiana and the others, through a world of pain and chaos. She is their rock. I try to be that way for the student council, for my classmates, but my problems are about club budgets and organizing festivals. Her problems are about the survival of the world."

"But then... they show the other one. The 'Herrscher of Sentience.' A version of me filled with rage, loneliness, and a desire to destroy everything. And that... that scares me. Because, while I don't understand her pain, I understand the logic behind her rage. The feeling of being alone, of carrying a burden... sometimes, I feel that. A small part of me, that I keep well hidden, identifies with her fury. And to think that, in another world, that small part of me became... that... is terrifying."

"Who am I, then? Am I the student Fu Hua, the student council president? Or am I just a pale shadow of a legendary heroine? Or worse, am I just one tragedy away from becoming a monster with white hair and a maniacal laugh? This transmission didn't give me answers. It shattered my identity. I look at my hands and wonder if they are capable of the same strength, the same kindness... and the same destruction. For the first time in my life, I am not sure who I am. And this uncertainty is more terrifying than any monster they showed on screen."

In the world of Lingyi Niang, where the series HG2 and HI3 are seen as fiction and the Honkai characters are merely authors working for Mihoyo, those authors were surprised by the existence of their parallel versions. Meanwhile, Lingyi Niang were scared that in another world, the story she wrote was about a world that became real.

In the vast production studio of "Honkai," the atmosphere was one of professionalism and camaraderie. Kiana, Mei, Bronya, Seele, and Sin Mal, the main actresses, were going over their lines for the next scene, under the watchful eye of the screenwriters and directors, Lingyi Niang and Honkai Niang. The scene was intense, full of drama and conflict.

It was then that the Anonymous transmission took over all the monitors in the studio. The production staff rushed over, thinking it was a technical glitch, but soon everyone was paralyzed, watching images of a real war, with faces that were unmistakably those of their actors.

Actresses' Reflections: The Weight of a Real Role

For the young women who lent their faces and talents to bring the characters to life, the revelation was that they weren't just acting. They were, unknowingly, re-enacting the lives and suffering of real people.

Kiana (The Lead Actress): "I play 'Kiana Kaslana'. I read the lines, do the stunts, try to capture her spirit – her bravery, the pain hidden behind a smile. For me, it's a job. A challenging role. But that girl on the screen... she's not acting. The pain in her eyes when Himeko dies... that's not a performance. It's real. I get paid to cry in front of a camera. She cries because her world is falling apart. I'm not playing a character. I'm imitating the pain of a real person. And that makes me feel like a fraud, a parasite."

Mei (The Co-star): "My character's arc, 'Raiden Mei', is about fighting against internal darkness to protect Kiana. I discussed her 'motivation' with the directors. But the woman on the screen... her motivation isn't a plot point. It's the strength that keeps her from becoming a monster. I put on a costume and pretend to have superpowers. She carries the weight of a storm god in her soul. Every scene of love and conflict that I act out with the Kiana from our set is a pale echo of the bond that saved the real Mei's life. My 'Best Actress' award feels like a bad joke now."

Bronya and Seele (The Supporting Actresses):

Bronya: "My role, 'Bronya Zaychik,' is the logical and technological girl. I memorize technical jargon and pretend to hack systems. The Bronya from that world... she builds weapons with her mind to save her Seele. My 'acting' is her reality of survival. I worry about delivering my lines. She worries about the life of the person she loves."

Seele: "I play two personalities: the shy Seele and the fierce 'Veliona'. It's a fun acting challenge. But the girl on the screen... her duality isn't a performance. It's trauma. It's a real condition of her existence. I wear red contact lenses and change my voice. She lives with another soul inside her. I am turning her identity disorder into entertainment."

Lingyi Niang (The Screenwriter and Director):

"The script... every word is mine. I wrote Himeko's death. I wrote Kiana and Mei's separation. I wrote Bronya and Seele's pain. I directed the actresses, telling them: 'More pain here,' 'I want to see despair in your eyes'. I was directing a re-enactment of real events. I wasn't creating a story. I was exploiting the tragedy of another world for our consumption."

"I am a plagiarist of reality. Worse, I am a ghoul, feeding on the carcass of a world at war to create my 'art'. And the 'Entities' that Anonymous mentioned... the gods who create loops of suffering... I am one of them. A small, ignorant, and pathetic Entity, who found a universe to explore and turned it into a TV show. My guilt is immeasurable."

Elio POV

Elio, the enigmatic leader of the Stellaron Hunters, observed the Anonymous transmission. He didn't see it on a screen, but as a violent ripple in the very tapestry of probability, a dissonant note in a symphony he himself composed.

Kafka, Blade, and Silver Wolf felt the change. The flow of events Elio had prescribed to them, the script they followed with blind faith, seemed to flicker for an instant.

Inside his sanctuary, Elio showed neither surprise nor anger, but a deep and chilling concentration. For him, the existence of other universes like the "Honkai universe" was not new. He had already glimpsed echoes and shadows of parallel realities in his calculations of the future. The true revelation, the variable that forced him to recalculate trillions of futures in the blink of an eye, was the naming of the source: the "Entities" from the "Worm Universe."

He always knew there were "players" beyond the Aeons. There were forces and principles that limited even the power of Nanook and Qlipoth. He called them "The Laws of the Cage," the invisible bars that contained reality. Now, these laws had a name and a face.

"Anonymous...", Elio mused, his voice more a concept than a sound. "An idea. An anomaly. An actor who was not in my script."

The transmission represented the greatest challenge to his power. Elio's goal was to guide the universe along a narrow path, a single sequence of events that would lead to the defeat of Nanook, the Aeon of Destruction. His method was precise manipulation, the creation of a script where every action, every sacrifice, had a purpose.

Anonymous, with its chaotic revelation, threatened to destroy this script. By informing everyone that they were puppets, they gave the puppets a chance to cut their own strings, to act unpredictably. Chaos was the enemy of the script.

But Elio also saw an opportunity.

"They revealed the nature of the prison," he thought. "But they didn't offer the key."

The existence of the Entities, these supreme manipulators, added a new layer to his grand plan. Perhaps defeating Nanook was not the end of the game. Perhaps it was just the prerequisite for facing the true jailer. The Anonymous transmission, though dangerous, also provided Elio with the name of his true ultimate adversary.

He did not try to stop the transmission. That would have been useless and predictable. Instead, he began to weave this new and chaotic variable into his script. Public awareness of the "loops" could be used. The fear of the "Entities" could be a catalyst.

Elio would not fight against the storm. He would adjust his ship's sails to navigate within it. The script was not destroyed; it merely became infinitely more complex and dangerous. And for a puppet master like Elio, a greater challenge was simply an invitation for a grander performance.

in her room aboard Elio's ship, surrounded by monitors, game consoles, and the neon glow of her own hacks, Silver Wolf watched the Anonymous transmission. She wasn't scared. She didn't panic. Instead, she leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that she usually reserved for the final boss of an impossibly difficult game.

"Heh. So that's it. I always felt it. That this universe... 'reality'... felt like a game. With rules, with systems, with NPCs (sorry, people) following their scripts. The Aeons are the 'Faction Servers', the Paths are the 'Character Classes', and the Stellarons are the 'World Events' designed to stir things up. And now, Anonymous hands me the developer's manual. 'Entities'. 'Loops'. 'Data Harvesting'. They're describing a cosmic MMORPG, and we are the players, whether we know it or not."

"This isn't despairing. It's the opposite. If it's a game, it has code. If it has code, it has exploits. If it has exploits... it can be hacked. All my life, I've been breaking the rules of games and systems. Now, I've discovered the Final Game. The ultimate challenge. Hacking reality itself."

"And the other versions... the other 'avatars'. It's like finding rare skins for your own character. The girl from Belobog, the 'Supreme Guardian'. A leader. Boring. Too much paperwork. But then... there's the other one. The 'Herrscher of Reason'."

"Now, that's interesting. She doesn't hack the aether like me. She rewrites it. She manifests constructs, weapons, technology... out of thin air. It's the ultimate version of my ability. I manipulate the game environment, apply debuffs, change the rules. She... she uses the 'admin commands'. She spawns in-game assets in real-time. The way she manipulates 'Honkai energy' is like how I manipulate the aether. We are two hackers, using different operating systems to achieve the same result: breaking the rules of the game."

"Seeing her in action gives me ideas. Lots of ideas. I've been limiting myself to working within the system, exploiting its flaws. She shows me that it's possible to create flaws from scratch. She doesn't just find the backdoor; she builds one where there wasn't a wall. I need to study her 'code'. 'Honkai' is an operating system I've never encountered. And I want all its secrets."

"This also explains Elio. His 'script'. I always saw it as a form of prediction, an almost perfect probability calculation. But what if it's not? What if Elio isn't predicting the future? What if he has access to the game's 'official strategy guide'? Or, even better, what if he's a 'speedrunner' who has played this 'loop' so many times that he's memorized every step, every event, every dialogue?"

"That makes a lot more sense. Our mission to seal the Stellarons, to follow the script... it's not just to avert disaster. It's to reach a 'specific ending'. Maybe the 'True Ending'. An ending that breaks the loop, that defeats the final boss – the Entities. We, the Stellaron Hunters, are not villains. We are a group of players trying to reach 100% completion to free the entire server."

"My goal has always been simple: to win every game. Now, the game has gotten bigger."

"Anonymous opened the debug screen for everyone to see. Most people will panic. I... I see the opportunity."

"It's no longer enough to hack the system. The goal now is to get 'root' access. Administrator access."

"If the Herrscher of Reason can generate assets, I can learn to do the same. If the Entities can 'reset' the game, I can find a way to create my own 'save state'."

"Elio's script is my guide, but I won't just follow it. I'll analyze it, take it apart, and find the shortcuts he didn't even see."

"The universe isn't a prison. It's a poorly configured server. And I'm the best hacker there is. Let the game begin."

Meanwhile, in Adriana Grim's world, while the public reacted with fear and confusion, the organizations operating in the shadows had much more calculated and alarmed reactions.

In Schicksal's sumptuous headquarters, the end of the world could wait. Otto Apocalypse was immersed in his digital sanctuary, the game Kallen Fantasy, ignoring Amber's urgent reports about the Third Eruption in Nagazora. For the Overseer, that disaster was just another piece moving on his 500-year-old board, an event as inevitable as the sunrise.

It was Amber who broke his concentration. With an urgency that bordered on insubordination, she grabbed the remote control and switched the screen from the game to the live broadcast that was setting the world ablaze. Anonymous' mask and digital voice filled the room.

Otto watched, and for the first time in a long time, genuine surprise broke his facade of omniscience. The broadcast not only exposed the existence of the Honkai but dissected his own past, revealing secrets that he believed were buried under centuries of dust and blood.

"How...?" Otto pondered aloud, his chin resting on his hand. "How does this group 'Anonymous' know so much? The deepest archives, the oldest sins... The only organization that could have monitored my past with such detail is the World Serpent, using the records from the Void Archives." He stood up, beginning to pace the room. "But what would they gain from exposing the Honkai? They are an anti-Honkai organization. Unless it's a traitor in their ranks, a foolish idealist who believes they can create a better world by sowing chaos. How naive."

His cold eyes fixed on Amber. "Have you located the source? Tried taking down the broadcast and erasing its records?"

"Forgive me, Lord Otto," Amber replied, her posture impeccable despite the tension. "Since the moment it began, all attempts to track or interfere have failed. The signal is omnipresent, but its source is phantom. In my opinion, we are facing a technology or power that actively blocks our interference, something far beyond conventional means."

A slow, dangerous smile formed on Otto's lips. "Interesting. A very interesting organization. To exert such control over the global flow of information, simply being a genius hacker is not enough. It requires quantum computing power that would make ours look like an abacus. I suspect they have access to something like the Key of Corruption, which would explain their access to such privileged information."

But the true revelation was yet to come. When Anonymous mentioned beings from another universe, the "Entities," who treated the multiverse as a laboratory, Otto's eyes widened with a new and terrible understanding.

"If what they say is true..." he whispered, his tone charged with a feverish excitement. "These beings, the 'Entities,' are a much bigger fish than the Honkai. Our struggle, the war between humanity and the Honkai, is nothing more than entertainment for them. Winner and loser share the same fate before a new cycle begins." He paused, looking at the ceiling as if he could see beyond it, into the cosmic heavens. "All this time, I thought the Honkai was the universe's screening mechanism. I was wrong." A pause. "But it's good to know. It's very good to know that there is a greater power. This... expands the range of possibilities. It drastically increases the ways I can bring Kallen back."

For Otto Apocalypse, the news that they were all mice in a cosmic labyrinth was not a cause for despair, but the discovery of a new exit.

While Otto saw opportunity, Anti-Entropy saw impending catastrophe. In her lab, Dr. Tesla was livid, her frustration manifesting in clenched fists and shouts at the screens that displayed her powerlessness.

"Don't they realize what they're doing!?" she exclaimed, her red hair seeming to spark with anger. "Exposing the Honkai to the world like this will bring death and destruction on a scale we haven't seen in decades! They're destroying the credibility of everything we've fought for!"

"What intrigues me more, Tesla, is the nature of the signal," commented Dr. Einstein with her usual calm, though her eyes were fixed on the data with an unusual intensity.

"It's being broadcast from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, as if it exists in a state of quantum superposition. There's no anchor point to attack.""That's what caught your attention!?" Tesla retorted, incredulous.

"They're undermining public trust in Schicksal and Anti-Entropy! The result will be chaos! A new global arms race, with nations trying to monopolize Honkai technology to create biological weapons from human experiments!"A third individual in the room, an elegant man with a cane named Melin Cavendish, one of Anti-Entropy's most influential executors, listened with keen interest. "But what about these beings, the 'Entities'?"

he interjected, his smooth voice cutting through Tesla's fury. "From the description and the images, they represent a far greater existential threat than any Herrscher. Shouldn't we be focusing our attention on that?"

Tesla turned to him, exasperated. "Do you really believe everything an anonymous terrorist group says? Haven't you considered the possibility that this is a distraction? A smokescreen so they can sell Honkai technology behind the scenes under the pretext of 'world peace'? There's no evidence of other universes, let alone colossal beings that control time and space! If they existed, the Previous Era would have noticed them. To think they've set our fate in stone is nonsense taken from some cheap fiction, like the Cthulhu Mythos! As a scientist, I refuse to believe in such a fantasy without proof!"

In the depths of the Earth, at the base of the World Serpent, the reaction was quieter but no less intense. Gray Serpent, the loyal servant of Lord Kevin, watched the broadcast with growing surprise. The group's knowledge of history was impressive, but what alarmed him was their knowledge of current events, such as the Third Eruption, and the implication that they knew about future events."Did they hack our database?" one of his subordinates pondered."Unlikely. And even if they had, that wouldn't explain the knowledge of future events," Gray Serpent replied, his synthetic voice devoid of emotion, but his words carrying weight. "The only logical explanation is that the source of this information is an observer external to our temporal flow. Perhaps someone from a parallel world who has already fallen victim to the Honkai and lived through these events."He turned, his mechanical eyes glowing in the dark. "This variable changes the equation. I must inform Lord Kevin immediately. A new player has entered the field, one who seems to know the rules of the game better than we do."