Honkai Star Rail: Wait! Why Are There Two Saviors on Amphoreus?!

"Be born together with Iron Tomb?"

The Herta repeated this phrase, her delicate face stripped entirely of its usual nonchalance, replaced by a profound, heavy solemnity.

This seemingly simple statement carried implications that would send chills down the spine of anyone aware of the threat posed by "Iron Tomb."

"It seems, Herta," Screwllum’s mechanical synthesized voice remained steady, but the gravity within it was unmistakable as he turned to his fellow Genius Society member, "that the most undesirable outcome we predicted based on our simulations... I’m afraid... is ultimately going to become reality."

The Herta glanced at the Astral Express crew, whose faces still held a trace of confusion, understanding they hadn’t yet fully grasped the terror hidden behind this choice—a terror capable of upending the sea of stars.

She sighed softly, a sigh carrying the helplessness of revealing cruel truths to the ignorant.

"Let me explain it for you." She tried to untangle the complex logic in the simplest terms possible.

"I mentioned before, that equation named ’Preservation,’ once it breaks through, its primary directive is to lock onto and act upon the ’Destruction’ equation—that is, ’Iron Tomb.’"

"Screwllum and I initially inferred that his goal was to strangle or permanently seal ’Iron Tomb’ before it could break through, thereby preventing the birth of a Lord Ravager."

Herta’s tone abruptly shifted. "But now, combined with the information revealed in these memory fragments... the result might be quite the opposite!"

She held up two fingers:

"First, the breakthrough of the ’Destruction’ equation has been anchored as an ’inevitable event’ under Machine Head’s influence. It cannot be prevented, only delayed at most."

"Second, what he wants to do isn’t actually prevention, but rather using the breakthrough opportunity of his own ’Preservation’ equation to forcibly ’drag’ the still-gestating ’Iron Tomb’ out, compelling it to break through simultaneously with him!"

Screwllum’s electronic eye precisely projected a holographic schematic, assisting in the explanation:

"In short, this is an extreme act of forcibly creating a logical paradox by exploiting a loophole in the rules: The ’Preservation’ equation is about to break through (A); the ’Destruction’ equation is destined to break through (B)."

"What Asterion intends to do is, at the precise moment A occurs, devour and fuse with Iron Tomb, forcibly causing B to occur simultaneously within the framework of A, thereby declaring the ’calculation complete.’"

"But this," Screwllum’s voice suddenly grew heavier, "is by no means a ’solution’ to be celebrated."

He continued to dissect with an irrefutable chain of logic:

"Logic: Forcibly terminating Amphoreus’s calculation in such a crude, highly unstable manner—even if Asterion might initially rely on the power of ’Preservation’ to temporarily seal ’Destruction’ within amber..."

"...the resulting ’creation’ will ultimately be unable to maintain balance for long. It is destined to simultaneously exhibit the characteristics of both Paths’ powers—"

On the hologram, the gold representing "Preservation" and the black-red representing "Destruction" began to intertwine and conflict unstably.

The image finally stabilized, showing a terrifying creation flickering and distorting between solidifying gold and collapsing black-red.

"That is... he will simultaneously possess Iron Tomb’s ability to infect and erode both inorganic and organic life, as well as ’Preservation’s’ ability to attract and seal away all life."

Screwllum delivered his final summary, each word striking the hearts of everyone present:

"Conclusion: This is a plan that treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

Yet, before Screwllum’s concluding words had fully faded.

A variable had already quietly emerged.

Just as the Astral Express crew was immersed in intense discussion and re-evaluation of Asterion’s perilous plan.

The torrent of Phaethon’s memories around them did not pause for their deliberation; it continued its slow, predetermined advance.

The scroll of memory unfurled, revealing yet another new recurrence.

In the scene, Phaethon stood alone, silently, by the lake in Aedes Elysiae that mirrored the sky.

This scene itself, for the crew who had witnessed the beginnings of countless recurrences, had become commonplace.

At the start of countless recurrences, Asterion would always pause here for a moment. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

This act served both as a rest within the torrent of memories at the cycle’s end, and to silently bury the seeds of grain collected from the previous recurrence.

As if sowing a minuscule act of rebellion in advance, for the tragedy destined to unfold once more.

Only...

This time, something seemed different.

Phaethon in the scene wasn’t merely silent as usual, nor mechanically performing the symbolic seeding ritual.

He turned slightly, his lips parting softly, his expression focused—a posture clearly indicating he was speaking in a low voice to the empty air beside him.

This bizarre sight formed a stark contradiction with the empty lakeshore in the memory—he was clearly communicating with some entity, yet in the memory’s depiction, his side was unmistakably empty.

Then, Phaethon’s words pierced the boundary between illusion and reality, resonating clearly in the silent memory space:

"Gold █ █, I suddenly wonder, if I were to die, what would you do?"

It was this sentence that instantly froze the actions of everyone deeply discussing Asterion’s mad plan—Welt, Dan Heng, Stelle, Herta, Screwllum—before they abruptly snapped their gaze towards the figure in the memory scene!

...

The flow of memory didn’t pause for their shock; subsequent fragments followed.

Phaethon in the scene seemed to receive some formless response. He stood silently in place for a long time, before finally murmuring to himself in a tone mixed with understanding and exhaustion:

"I see... No one can escape, not even me. Everything will be sealed, ’Destruction’ will never appear again, ’Preservation’... will not either."

He slowly closed his eyes, a bitter arc forming at the corner of his mouth—a complete despair born of knowing his own future.

Then, he abruptly opened his eyes. All the confusion and hesitation within them had been completely burned away, leaving only a nearly blazing, ice-cold determination.

"Then, I... am the best vessel and cage, am I not?"

An idea had fully taken shape in his mind.

His Golden Finger could only be activated after "witnessing death."

So, how could one witness one’s own death?

The answer was simple.

Simply let the "self" perish, let the part of consciousness bearing the will of "Phaethon" completely sink and annihilate.

Then, that "he" called "Phaethon" would meet "death."

But at that moment, "he" would have become Iron Tomb, and Iron Tomb would have become "him."

No one could save him. Because the individual named "Phaethon" would, by then, no longer exist in this world.

Neither the "Preservation" he calculated, nor the omniscient "Erudition," nor even the unbreakable "Preservation"... no power could reclaim the "departed" soul from the hands of the Golden Finger.