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Now where did I end up this time?!

A waterfall?!

Pepe sees the same boy by the waterfall with his head down, washing something.

She quickens her steps in a bid to get the boy to notice her, and realizes he has grown taller and more mature since she last saw him.

The boy has become a young man.

Okay, enough! I don't care who you are, just let me leave... you...

You're hurt? Your face...

Don't worry, sister. Most of the blood is the enemy's.

The battlefield was more complicated than I expected, but they were no match for me. I won.

Zubayr, I went to a temple in the Arsalan rainforest and got a blessed amulet for you.

I pray it can protect you from harm.

I'm not afraid of wounds, sister. These scars prove I have grown.

Pepe looks down and spots a longsword lying horizontally by the half-kneeling youth.

Several streams of fresh blood flow from the sword down into the nearby pool, dyeing the water pink.

Pepe turns her head and sees the girl behind her with a gentle smile on her face, but also concern in her eyes.

She turns back only to find the scenery around her has changed once again.

Within the rainforest, the youth holds up a dagger, turning it over as he inspects it.

Congratulations. You'll be leading Father's garrison from tomorrow.

This was the job you dreamed of, so why do you seem so unhappy?

I don't know either. This commander's dagger is too light compared to the work and suffering I went through for it.

What about you, sister? Are you not glad for me?

No, Zubayr. I'll only be glad when you are too.

The books you spent countless days and nights on. Did you find anything?

Zubayr, Sargon's history extends past what we can imagine, and we lack a complete record in our manuscripts.

I plan to compile a volume that records past events that have been missed or omitted. Hopefully...

Hopefully...?

Hopefully, it will complete the account of Sargon's history.

That will be a thick book... there are so many people you'd need to include.

Father has agreed to my idea, and has promised to help me.

Very Nice. I see we've both achieved what we wanted.

Pepe watches the boy sheathe his dagger as he smiles at his sister.

Where am I this time?

When does this one take place...?

Zubayr... why do you seem upset?

That Kuranta from the east has changed Father into a much different man.

All these years, Father had remained stoic, even in the face of uprisings and challenges from various tribes. Time and again, he would reorganize his troops and fly his banners.

When Father sliced his enemies apart with his sword, even the warm blood that spurted from their necks could not melt the cold gaze behind his mask.

But that Nightzmora... when Father fought him, I could almost see sparks—not just from their clashing weapons, but also in his eyes.

I had never seen him look at anyone with such fervor.

Zubayr, I can sense it... our father's passion for our country has long since faded.

I heard some worrying news. Father plans to invite Kharanduu Khagan down south to wage war against those invisible foes.

You're going with them, are you not?

Those strange enemies have already been encroaching on our land, bit by bit.

The Shah... you're both children of the Shah...

As she follows the youth's gaze toward the far horizon, the distant land suddenly gets pulled right before her.

Pepe sees a barren desert devoid of green as her eyelids are buffeted by sand.

...The Foehn hotlands...

What happened?

How are you feeling, Zubayr?

I'm fine, sister.

I'll need to remove your bandages to reapply the medicine. Bear with me, I'll be quick.

It's alright, I feel no pain.

How can that be... When they carried you back here, your entire body was charred.

What should I do, Zubayr...? Father is missing and you're the only kin I have left.

Brother has taken the throne, but we do not share the same mother. Your military achievements have already made him wary.

That historian... is he treating you well?

Yes... With his help, the volume is already half-done. Perhaps I could manage to see it complete within my lifetime.

Careful not to overwork yourself.

It is my promise to Father... Even if I fail to complete it, the child within me will continue my work. One day, it will recount everything that has happened here to future generations.

It will be a bridge across the vastness of time, connecting the readers with those recorded over the great river of time.

I hear they plan to build a cenotaph for Father.

Yes...

Before he left, Father confided in me about a trove filled with the land's treasures. He instructed me to reveal its location only to the descendants of the Nightzmora.

Brother will not be happy when he learns of this.

Sister, you chose to record Father's every word and action to memorialize his departure, while I chose to protect everything he left behind.

Father has only just left, and already war rages among the western tribes... I must go and quell the unrest.

But how... how will you go in your current condition?

A gemstone artisan from Arsalan told me he could preserve my consciousness into gemstones inscribed with special circuits.

The craftsmen who created the Zhayedan are also willing to build me a new body.

Did you already decide on this before telling me about it, Zubayr?

Sister, I do not wish to be bed-bound forever...

Zubayr, I only wish for you to be happy, and nothing more.

Promise me you'll never forget this.

I promise.

(Where... am I?)

(So dark... is anyone here?)

Ugh...

(Wh-Why can't I talk?)

(Drat, I can't move at all. My limbs are all bound so tightly.)

Are you ready? I'm about to remove the brain.

(Brain?)

Administer more sedative, his pulse is still beating rather rapidly and I need him to be calm.

(Are you talking about my brain?!)

A cover is lifted and light pours in. Pepe finds herself lying on the center of a stone platform.

People around her come and go as they apply sticky, pungent medicine, tightly wrapping her body with linen, constricting her attempts at movement.

Her observations are cut short when an old man walks towards her with a small knife in hand. Pepe would have panicked, but the sedative starts to take effect.

She feels someone holding her head down, and the tiny blade inches towards her forehead...

(Is this what Zubayr went through?)

(When they transferred his consciousness... he was still alive.)

Is it over? Is this what you wanted to show me, Zubayr?

This is only the beginning.

Tell me, what else did you go through?

After quelling the rebellions for my brother, I bade farewell to my sister and ventured alone into this desert. Here, I stood guardian over the treasure Father entrusted to me, awaiting the arrival of a Nightzmora descendant.

Yet, through the long centuries of change, the Nightzmoran have forgotten Father's promise to Kharanduu Khagan. They never came—even when I was vanquished and sealed beneath the sands.

And you spent nearly a thousand years just waiting here?

I have witnessed lives come into being and pass away, cities rise and fall. With prosperity comes decline, and with life comes death—an inevitability for all.

And with each end comes a new beginning, the cycle repeating endlessly.

Father was right; everything that transpires is but a continual 'time loop,' and the future is naught but a repetition of the past.

I began to hate myself for choosing to become eternal.

I wished to forget, but my sophisticated memory system prevented me from doing so. It kept my experiences fresh and vivid in my mind, every detail distinctly clear.