#[IN WHICH overture and Director's cut has only served to make him more concerned about the journey]

[secondsovereign]

ENCORE FOR THE OVERTURE

LEAVING FONTAINE is harder than he expected, there are memories held in the grasp of the Film Festival, and it's events that the Sovereign has come to cherish in his time amongst the peoples so utterly reminiscent of his home. The longing has only grown worse in the days that followed, a longing to feel soil beneath his feet, to tuck Joey firmly atop his shoulders and wander the blossoming crowds of tourists that had begun to venture across the world in the wake of Kiana's assumption of that heavenly authority.

Perhaps this is why his dreams have been odd of late, the little sleep he got plagued with a sea of flame that stood against the ominous black tide of the end. THEIR names have been lingering on his lips, a phrase that feels more like a fleeting spark of memory that cannot leave him. How much relief had he taken in seeing Kiana hearty and whole, so full of life that it wipes the weight from his bones, that singular mention of Bronya enough to invigorate him like naught else. To Mei, a hug given and a beacon hopeful, a path amidst the stars to Sol's distant call he merely hopes will withstand the wave of the great Astral Sea. Kevin had been closure to him, things once unsaid finally said, and yet... his reunion with them has only made the ominous feeling stronger.

Amphoreus: The Eternal Land, its presence is like an ominous distant memory, one that even the Erudition's lack of information has only served to heighten. Belobog, The Luofu, Penacony... Someone or something has interfered with their journey far too much for his liking. To see events play out once more, things that were once limited to memory played again in the hopes of finding a different answer has left the Herrscher of Reason all too suspicious of the convenience of a solution to the problem of fuel.

The Memokeeper may have earned their trust, yet even now he remains suspicious of the Garden of Remembrance. For a world to be unobserved by the Erudition and uncharted by the Trailblaze is almost utterly suspicious. IX has been all too silent of late, the chill of THEIR presence gone from his mind in ways he dare not put words to, replaced only by the steadily growing reservoir of power that should not exist, yet it seemed that SOMEONE was all too eager to invoke the concept of Herrschers in a universe that needed them not.

No, Welt's gaze looks far beyond Amphoreus, to the distant edges of the AMBER WALL where ancient foes continue to wait without movement. They've followed him, he knows that much, so desperate are the ones above for the boundless energy a Herrscher can provide and yet not even the faintest trace of Void Archives has crossed his path. A hand outstretched, amber eyes turned red facing the glass as a singular black hole appears in his grasp, a sign of changing times as authority hums within him louder and louder. Welt Yang the nameless would continue to care for their younger passengers, as for the Once Sovereign of Anti-Entropy, he who inherited reason amidst the ruins, he would continue to prepare for who or what lurked in the distant shadows, mimic after mimic stored within the core for the anointed hour.