The Garden of Recollection
A group devoted to the Aeon Fuli, believing that cognition defines the world, and memory is proof of its existence.
The Rememberers of The Garden of Recollection gave up their physical forms to become carriers of memory—messengers of thought, drifting through the stars in memetic form, collecting the universe's most precious recollections for Fuli's eternal archive.
And among them, Queyu was one of the most devoted.
She especially loved preserving the ecosystems of natural civilizations—turning those memories into Light Cones.
A Light Cone was a technological marvel of The Garden of Recollection—crystallizing fragments of memory into tangible form, so that what once was could be forever remembered.
But this time, something troubled her.
The planet she'd been observing for so long—Planet Camille—hadn't produced any new memory fragments in ages.
Worried, Queyu sent a part of herself into the data flow.
What she saw made her heart sink.
"So… the claws of Destruction have reached Camille?"
Her voice carried sorrow.
Destruction, like a plague of locusts—wherever it passed, nothing remained.
And if it involved the Aeon of Destruction, Nanook, then not even memory would be spared.
For Nanook didn't just annihilate matter.
He erased history.
When Nanook acted, the memory of the universe within that region was also consumed—erased from time and mind.
Civilizations are born of memory and inheritance. Therefore, memory itself is part of the destruction.
Camille's timeline… had frozen five years ago.
Five years since the Antimatter Legion first invaded.
Since then, the only scattered fragments Queyu had received were from a girl named Ouja, a follower of the Path of Preservation.
From her memories, Queyu had watched the planet's decline—from a green paradise to desert wastelands littered with wrecked ships and lost dreams.
She had felt that pain through Ouja's recollection.
But now, even those fragments had ceased.
Nothing more had come through.
"Has it finally been destroyed…?" Queyu whispered.
The living world she'd watched for so long… snuffed out at last by the hand of Destruction.
Yet in Ouja's memories, there were hints that others had survived.
Perhaps not all hope was lost.
So she made a decision.
She would consult her peers—other Rememberers of The Garden of Recollection—and request aid.
She wanted to see what had happened after the memory blackout. To trace Camille's story to its true end.
And then, she would forge a Light Cone—from Camille's birth to its final hour. A tribute.
"…It might be dangerous. Let me go instead," her close friend said. "I've walked the Paths longer than you. I'll be safer."
"Then, Black Swan, I leave it to you."
"Don't be so serious. I'm just curious what happened too."
The Rememberers parted ways, scattering across the cosmos to seek fragments of the lost world.
What Queyu did not know, however, was that Camille's sealed memories… had begun to change.
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The energy of the Day of Destruction had become almost physical—white-hot brilliance vaporizing everything in its path.
No life should have been able to remain.
Any living being within should've been incinerated instantly.
And yet, there—at the epicenter of the inferno—a figure stood.
Bathed in galactic blue.
A sword gleaming above his head like a banner of defiance.
Sora.
One hand outstretched, holding back the Seventh Flashburst.
The energy had turned his arm to charcoal on contact.
But something—some impossible power—stirred within him.
And the charred limb… healed.
Just like that.
After a harrowing, endless trial of attrition, Sora had finally stabilized the volatile core—if only for a moment.
Haaah... haaah...
Every breath scorched his lungs. His body felt as though his insides were burning to ash.
The temperature was too high—even the Xross Saber couldn't shield him entirely.
"Only a god-tier player or a literal invincible Rider could tank this," he muttered.
But if he were invincible… he wouldn't be able to do this.
He raised the object in his hand—
The core of the Day of Destruction. Camille's planetary heart. Unstable. Seething with untamed power.
But with this… maybe, just maybe, he could do the impossible.
"Thank you, you brave dragon… elegant eagle… and…"
He looked at the last of the three.
"…You too, Monkey Bro."
He wouldn't have made it without them.
"Roar!" (Eh, it's nothing. Just call when you need backup.)
"Screech!" (Tōma said to give you full support, so count me in.)
"Chirp!" (I'm all for adventure, but don't forget to bring allies next time.)
Sora smiled faintly, then pulled the three Wonder Ride Books from his belt.
Now it was time.
He pulled out another.
A massive, weighty tome trembled in his hand as it responded to his call.
He opened it—
An explosion of color burst forth from the page.
[Wonder Almighty]
The future of children, the voice of the sacred blade.
The end of strength, the promise of meaning.
The friends we cherish, the bonds we treasure—
All stories shall live on, their light forever carried!
With this… and the still-burning core of Camille…
It's possible. It has to be possible.
"There's no way Touma-sensei could pull this off and I can't."
I've even got more swords than him!
Sora sheathed the Xross Saber, then placed Wonder Almighty atop it.
Omniscience. Omnipotence. A shattered world.
"Then this time… I'll be the one to write this planet's story."
"[Henshin]!"
With a cry, Sora drew the Haouken Xross Saber once more.
Power surged outward.
It rippled through the unstable heart of the Day of Destruction, triggering a strange resonance.
The chaotic energy began to pulse.
And that resonance—amplified—spread outward like a beacon.
Across light-years.
Across entire sectors.
People began to hear it.
[XROSS SABER — FULL DRAW!]
!?
Aboard Anna's ship, the children froze—then lit up with joy.
"It's Sora! Only Sora would play something like this!"
Anna and Robin exchanged glances, concern flickering between them.
[A NEW STORY IS BORN!]
Bu Yi was in the middle of negotiating with the trade planet's leaders, trying to determine when it would be safe to stop.
Then the sound hit.
A collective gasp followed.
"It's him! The Messenger of the Hunt!"
Huh??
Broadcasting his transformation music… That's definitely Sora.
[WONDER WONDER WONDER ALL ALL ALL ALLMIGHTY!]
"…A planet's destruction, its rebirth, and the writing of a new tale…"
In the galactic expanse, a figure appeared—like a crystal statue carved from starlight.
Their face was veiled, obscured behind a jeweled crown with strings of beads cascading down.
Then, suddenly, the statue turned.
Toward the deepest darkness of the void.
There—flickering in and out of perception—was a jester's mask.
No...
From the records of universal memory… this being had always been watching.