Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three more years had passed. By 2006, Enoxia knew it was time to take the next step.
Her first move was to seek out Sirin.
“Alright, Enoxia, tell me how I can help. Even if… No, no, I’m not that selfless. Even if I knew my existence meant the Kiana who could overcome the Finality would never be born… I still wouldn’t—”
“What are you thinking, Sirin? If I had that kind of plan, why would I have saved you six years ago? Even if you don’t care about yourself, think about Bella. If you were gone, she’d be the first to follow you in death. So, no more of those thoughts, got it?”
“Then what…?”
“Sirin, I’m going to take you back to your most painful, most desperate moments—and extract the kindness you held onto even in that despair. So, are you willing to entrust your soul to me?”
Sirin took a deep breath, then nodded firmly.
“Understood. I’ll cooperate fully.”
As the power of Corruption flowed into her, Sirin felt herself returning to Babylon Tower, to Siberia, to Lake Baikal, to the moment Cecilia sacrificed herself.
But six years had changed her. Though the memories still brought sorrow, despair, and rage—though she could never truly let go—she was now willing to face those emotions. With Enoxia’s guidance, she began sifting through the despair to uncover the hope buried beneath.
Because she knew now: Even in her darkest moments, someone would bring her light. Even with all her flaws, someone would still love her and stand by her.
“Thank you, Bella.”
“Thank you, Enoxia.”
“Thank you, Mom.”
“Heh… Even back then, without anyone to lean on, I still held onto so much hope deep down. Guess I was pretty amazing after all~☆”
Before long, Sirin’s consciousness returned to the present. When she opened her eyes, she saw a small purple sphere glowing in Enoxia’s hand.
“Enoxia…?”
Enoxia picked up a towel and gently wiped the sweat from Sirin’s forehead.
“Success. With your cooperation, it only took a few hours—one attempt, flawless. Even better than my most optimistic projections.”
Staring at the sphere, Sirin smiled from the bottom of her heart.
…..
Schicksal Laboratories
A bald researcher sighed as he reviewed the data.
Next to him, a tall, thin man in a lab coat—clearly the superior—paused.
“Still no progress?”
The researcher jumped, only now noticing his presence.
“Ah—Director Magi! While K-423 is the most stable specimen among the K-series clones, we still haven’t detected any signs of life—no heartbeat, no brainwaves. The energy from the extraterrestrial organism is just too… anomalous.”
He swallowed hard, hesitating before continuing.
“Sir, with Schicksal’s current technology, even if we made K-42,333, success isn’t guaranteed. The Overseer is just wasting resources—”
Director Magi raised a hand.
“I share your concerns. But as long as the Overseer pays our salaries regardless, we’ll do our jobs and leave the rest to him.”
The researcher nodded and turned back to his work—
—Just as a blood-red pupil flickered across every monitor in the lab.
Before Magi could react, his mind went blank. In an instant, every researcher froze, their thoughts suspended.
Enoxia emerged from the computer terminal, stepping directly up to the incubation pod.
Naturally, she had altered all surveillance feeds. No one would ever know she had been here.
Inside the pod was a plump, doll-like body—one that could not yet be called alive.
Staring at K-423, Enoxia fell deep into thought.
“No matter the cost, humanity will overcome the Honkai.”
From a god’s perspective, this statement was meaningless. The Honkai in Honkai Impact 3rd was never about annihilation—it was a trial. A cycle repeating every 50,000 years. Even if this era failed, the next would try again.
Yes, there would never be another Elysia. But given enough cycles—10,100, 1000 th—statistically, some iteration would succeed. Sooner or later, someone would overcome the Finality.
The only question was: How long would “later” be?
There might be multiple paths to victory, but in this cycle, Otto Apocalypse had already paved most of the road. The pinnacle of technology, the key individuals—everything was in place. Starting from scratch would be a gamble.
Enoxia dissolved into data again, slipping into the pod. She placed a hand on K-423’s shoulder.
The moment they made contact, she sensed it: Two incomplete souls. One from Kiana’s DNA, the other—a lingering will from the Herrscher of Ice’s core, preserved by its death throes.
“Tch. So the core’s residue couldn’t be purged… Fine. One way or another, she’ll have to fight another consciousness—whether it’s Sirin’s malice or the extraterrestrial’s.”
Enoxia shook her head, summoning Jizo Mitama. She pressed the sphere containing Sirin’s kindness into K-423’s chest and activated its 0th Power.
Like glue, Sirin’s soul bonded the fragments together.
A new soul was born.
When K-423’s heartbeat and brainwaves flickered to life, Enoxia exhaled in relief and vanished.
…..
The researchers blinked, their minds clearing as if waking from a daze. None remembered what had just happened.
Then one of them glanced at the monitor—
*”K-423 is alive! We’ve witnessed a miracle!”*
“Quick! Inform the Overseer!”
