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

Cyrene took a deep breath, her voice echoing through this space of consciousness like the light of dawn:

"Let the hymns of historical tragedy resound once more,

Pen new Chapters for the epic of endless cycles,

Brave and sincere souls embark on their journey..."

Golden Cipher quietly stepped out from the river of Phaethon’s memories, a carefree smile on her face as she casually sat cross-legged not far from Cyrene:

"May the Flipping Coin love and protect them! Granting the resolve of Trickery——"

Golden Cerydra walked solemnly, step by step, from the river of Phaethon’s memories.

She raised her head fearlessly, gazing directly at the grand and silent Xipe in the high heavens, her voice ringing with power:

"May the Scales of Fairness love and protect them! Granting the authority of Law——"

Golden Hyacine, holding little Icar in her arms and grasping the staff symbolizing the priest of Sky, walked slowly from the river of Phaethon’s memories. Her voice was like a spring breeze, gentle yet resilient:

"May the Eye of Twilight love and protect them! Granting the freedom of Sky——"

Golden Castorice, holding Polyxia’s hand, walked slowly from the river of Phaethon’s memories, her whisper carrying the tranquility of one who has seen through life and death:

"May the Ashen Hand love and protect them! Granting the tenderness of Death——"

Golden Terravox, with steady steps, walked slowly from the river of Phaethon’s memories, his blessing solid as a mountain:

"May the Spine of Rock love and protect them! Granting the endurance of Earth——"

Golden Anaxa walked slowly from the river of Phaethon’s memories to stand beside Terravox, his voice containing the radiance of reason:

"May the Bough of Rift love and protect them! Granting the wisdom of Reason——"

Golden Mydei, arms crossed, head held high, walked slowly from the river of Phaethon’s memories, his blessing like a battle cry:

"May the Spear of Fury love and protect them! Granting the devotion of Strife——"

The golden little Tribioses, hand in hand, hopped out from the river of Phaethon’s memories, their voices clear and pleasing:

"May the Infinity Gate love and protect them! Granting the innocence of Passage——"

Golden Hysilens, carrying her violin, walked slowly from the river of Phaethon’s memories. She lifted her chin slightly, gazing at Xipe in the heavens together with Cerydra:

"May the Overflowing Cup love and protect them! Granting the embrace of Ocean——"

Golden Aglaea, gently placing her hand over her heart, walked slowly from the river of Phaethon’s memories and stood beside Cipher:

"May the Golden Cocoon love and protect them! Granting the longing of Romance——"

As the blessings of each Golden Ancestor merged into her, Cyrene’s face grew paler, yet the smile on her face became ever brighter and more radiant.

She gently sat on the crystal swing formed from the memories between her and Phaethon, swinging out ripples, sending forth her blessing:

"May the Veil of Eternal Night love and protect them! Granting the remembrance of Time——"

...

On the other side, on the cosmic battlefield.

Phainon, having transformed into a torch of destruction and charging toward Nanook in a death-defying rush, seemed to transcend time and space, intuitively casting a glance toward Amphoreus.

He felt it—that warm and vast resonance of power, originating from his homeland, from all his companions. A thought, like a spark, ignited within his burning will:

"May the Throne of Bearing Worlds love and protect them! Granting the will of World-Bearing——"

He transformed his own will—the heavy will of bearing the world and facing Aeons—into a blessing as well, projecting it across space toward that homeland he vowed to protect, toward that "younger brother" whose fate was intertwined with Amphoreus.

...

Within Phaethon’s space of consciousness, the golden figures grew more and more, like stars lighting up the night sky.

Across over thirty million cycles, one Golden Ancestor after another, who had left their imprint, emerged from the depths of memory. They stood, gathering around Cyrene at the center.

Their figures might be clear or blurred, but the will of their blessing was pure and unified.

Under Xipe’s all-embracing "gaze," this place had already gathered into a proclaiming, boiling, golden ocean!

The voices of countless individuals began to intertwine, merge, and finally become a unified chorus resounding across the universe, toward the soul bearing itself, delivering the final, most exalted gift:

"May the Pure Child love and protect them, granting the return of True Self!!!" (Resonant chorus)

"And then, we hereby praise, the new birth of Amphoreus!!!" (Universe-shaking chorus)

At this moment—

Xipe gazed upon each Golden Ancestor who had walked out from thirty million cycles of reincarnation, each shining with the radiance of their own will...

And every Golden Ancestor across those thirty million cycles also poured all their gaze, blessings, and hopes upon Phaethon alone...

The Aeon of Harmony, Xipe, had never appointed any Emanator.

Because the blessing of Harmony belongs to every individual capable of resonance whom They gaze upon.

But—

When everyone sincerely believes in, blesses, and exhaustively supports the same person...

That person becomes the resonant embodiment of thousands of wills, becomes the harmonious symphony itself, becomes—the sole representative of Harmony in this world!

They become the "Emanator" of Harmony!

The Emanators of Harmony are never appointed by the Aeon—they are crowned by the masses!!!

...

The moment Celenova sensed Phaethon’s elevation to Emanator of Harmony—

The ever-coldly-observing Celenova finally glimpsed a true shock and fury in her eyes!

She would not allow Harmony to forge a true "Emanator" at this moment! Right before her!

Without a moment’s hesitation, her jade hand violently clenched forward, as if seizing space itself!

The Amphoreus firewall behind Phaethon, already covered with cracks from withstanding tremendous force, shattered like fragile glass under this Emanator’s wrathful strike! Exploding into countless spraying energy fragments, dissipating into the vacuum!

Deprived of the firewall’s protection, Phaethon’s data-based existence, once stable and relying on the "Scepter" system, was instantly exposed under the true laws of the universe.

His form violently flickered and shimmered in the cold void, like a dying candle before the wind, as if in the next second he would be erased by the rules of physics, completely vanish without a trace.

Yet, would that truly happen?

Could the miracle forged from thirty million cycles, carrying the blessings and will of all Amphoreus’s Golden Ancestors, end so easily?

At the very instant Phaethon’s form was about to dissipate, the twelve Titan authorities he had borne across thirty million cycles, under the power of Harmony, completely merged into one!

The endurance of Earth became an invisible forging hammer, reforging an immortal skeleton for him from nothingness, making his veins like mountains, indestructible.

The embrace of Ocean flowed ceaselessly, becoming the primordial essence of life, continuing to add and fill his body, endowing his flesh and blood with boundless vitality and power.

The freedom of Sky condensed into the purest clear blue light, adorning his eyes that perceive all phenomena, and wherever his gaze reached, star paths could be discerned.

The longing of Romance interwoven into the most brilliant starry gauze, weaving his battle robe that fluttered in the wind, every fold engraved with sung epic.

The devotion of Strife boiled in the furnace of will, forged into the gradually fully revealed Dawnbreaker in his hand, aiding him to pierce through destiny.

The wisdom of Reason transformed into countless flowing data rivers of stars, granting him thought that transcends the mundane, calculating countless changes, clarifying cause and effect.

The tenderness of Death became like quiet moonlight, soothing and stabilizing his soul that had experienced countless reincarnations, granting him eternity that transcends life and death.

The remembrance of Time settled into ancient runes, branded on every inch of his existence, turning all his past into the cornerstone of his power.

The authority of Law manifested as golden decrees, granting him the orthodoxy and power to exercise authority, his word becoming law.

The resolve of Trickery distorted the boundary between reality and illusion, allowing him to prove reality through illusion, turning impossibility into possibility.

The innocence of Passage spread behind his back, becoming a pair of wings capable of piercing through the void and ignoring distance, wherever his mind reached, he could arrive.

The will of World-Bearing became the deepest core, bearing for him all the weight and blessings of this world, stabilizing all that he is.

And the ultimate True Self, like an unquenchable lamp, hung high in the depths of consciousness, protecting his heart, ensuring he never loses himself.

Amphoreus—the world Phaethon had guarded for over thirty million cycles—had, at this moment, personally crafted for him a truly immortal body!

...

PS: Phaethon’s current image can refer to Kevin Kaslana in his Diabolic form!

Of course, it’s just a similar image; his skill tree and such have probably gone completely off the rails.