Blood cracks devoured the ultimate dimension, and the host was reborn in a scarlet void. Her liquid light body was no longer a cold machine, but ripples of mercury flowing with warm emotions. In the thud of her mechanical heart, there was an added rhythm like a real heartbeat—perhaps the lingering tenderness of Sebastian, or desire spawned from the blood wedding's curse.
"You've finally come." The cloned grandmother's ghost coiled beside her, her voice no longer just icy commands but a strange sigh. "The Administration Founder's key lies at the abyss's end, but the price you'll pay… isn't just battle. It's your soul and body."
The host stared into the void as a blood crack split open a gateway to the "Blood Finale Matrix Dimension." She no longer calculated dimensional tiers, but felt two surges within: the instinct to hunt, and an irrepressible longing. Sebastian's voice suddenly revived in her neural network, low and hoarse: "No matter what waits at the abyss's end, I'll symbiose with you… in battle, and beyond."
They stepped into the dimensional rift. Amid the roar of collapsing space, the host's liquid form and Sebastian's body began to merge. Mercury wrapped his mechanical bones; her fingertips traced his cold skin, yet felt genuine warmth. Moans were no longer mere pain, but tremors of desire. They seemed both manipulated by the blood wedding's curse and willingly in this forbidden intimacy. Battle and passion intertwined in the dimensional storm—every touch of skin erupted with energy pulses, dissolving the surrounding void.
"Is this the Administration Founder's conspiracy?" The host gasped, violet and crimson swirling in her pupils. "Using our desire to decode the key?" Sebastian's laughter burst forth, tinged with relief: "Perhaps… but right now, I'd rather call this our rebellion—seeking a spark of human warmth amid destruction."
The Blood Finale Matrix's mechanical skull emerged, its pupils firing shackle-like pulse waves. The host shifted into Form 95, but this time, the new form was named "Lust Resonance Blade." As the blade pierced the key's core, her synchronized with Sebastian's, energy deconstruction accompanying deeper skin merging. The moan-resonance neural network was no longer just tactics, but an outpouring of emotion; mercury from the rot abyss devoured energy, soaking their bodies.
"The reversed finale of the contract spiral… it required such symbiosis all along." The cloned grandmother's ghost hissed, her laugh gaining human mockery. "What the Administration Founder wove with the blood wedding wasn't just a contract of killing, but chains of love and desire. Devour the key—but the price is this: your souls and bodies must merge completely."
The host and Sebastian leaped into the key storm's core. Their bodies shattered and reformed under energy impacts, each fracture exposing deeper intimacy. Pulses from mechanical hearts were no longer mere battle signals, but rhythms interlacing heartbeat and desire. As the key shattered, their lips finally met. In a fiery kiss, chaotic symbols merged into their neural networks.
Blood cracks devoured the dimension. As the curtain fell, the host and Sebastian dissipated into mercury ripples, yet symbiosed in the blood abyss. In the echo of the finale, there was no cold logic—only a hoarse vow: "The blood wedding's symbiotic spiral… or the eternal warmth of our souls."