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To where thy shall lie but in the world beyond the skies?

It was a flash, an experience to recall, an amazing phenomena that occurred.

What are we?

Was always the question, where did we descend? Where did we came from? But no one could answer it.

The worlds beyond the sky, does it exist? Or is it a hoax said to be believed because of two unexplainable visitors that came out of nowhere?

Cerces is not helpful as a companion, really. All she did was confide with the same question as Anaxagoras.

The difference between them, is Anaxa has the means and determination to achieve what he seek. While Cerces.. or Calypso had never went beyond on what they called 'blasphemous' to know the answer. Perhaps, that's what set Anaxagoras from Cerces. Anaxagoras never cared a tinge on bowing down to the 'gods' and even more, after finding out the Titans people worshipped for so long were once humans just like they are now, he would never.

Question after question, the room for knowledge never runs out a space for curiosity. Anaxagoras learnt the truth in exchange of his own life. And that is more than enough to know... to know he'll meet his demise but reunite with his sister whom he had lost.

The glimpse of Castorice in the nether realm, the sea of flowers in the view.

It was a calming sight.

Hope is something humanity had always chose to believe, faith is integrated inorder to feel secured. But Anaxa only needs the truth, and by seeing it, he no longer needs to think but to rest.

Or so he thought.

Anaxa lies down in a grass field, no Castorice, no flowers. The sun was shining and the.. wind feels refreshing.

There's a huge tree above his sight, he doesn't want to move.

Because this looks a bit different from the death he had seen. Where is he?

Oddly enough, he can see the similarities with the grove, but... he also sees a glowing statue in the middle of the tree with an unfamiliar... engraving and an idol— as it seems.

Anaxa finally sat. He groans and sighs. He touches his hand and felt.. somehow— nothing. His guns? He can't seem to summon them. How peculiar.

The place could be the manifestation of what he believed what hell looks like.

But, Anaxa never believed in gods, hell— he only believes on the truth.

If he didn't go in the land of the dead, then, where?

He looks around and takes a heavy breath. He oddly.. feels alive.

Going near the statue, he saw his own reflection on the waters. He wore the same clothing, he still has his eyepatch, yet he can't feel the power he used to wield.

Nevermind that, he should focus on finding out where is he.

Anaxa touched the statue and suddenly— he felt nothing. He did hear some familiar echoes, a Titan's wail. He can't decipher the words of the Titans, so it's useless to hear them.

He shrugged and checked the engraved symbols, he can't seem to understand it. It looks like a language. But, it doesn't look like anything Anaxa had studied. He prided himself as someone who had been studying polygraphs other than his alchemy, since past engravings are a big chunk of learning the secrets of alchemy.

He squinted to let his one eye see it clearly, to think, but then—

"You seem new"

Anaxagoras wasn't surprised, he heard the footsteps. He couldn't understand what was said. He turned around and saw a child with braids, his eyes welcoming as he reached out for Anaxa's hand.

"I'm Venti!" The child introduced himself and tilted his head "Local bard around here"

A bard was the first person who greets him in this place... That means he must know stories about this land, Anaxa's gears turned. He looked at Venti with curiosity, he wants to make this kid tune in some ballad.

With Anaxa's lack of response, Venti awkwardly chuckled.

He smiled as he points his thumb in northeast "Monstadt is that way if you are lost"

Anaxa can surprisingly understand him. But, it should be foreign, yet.. it wasn't. Anaxa looks at the bard with curious eyes, he then landed his gaze on the lyre and felt a familiar power coming from it.

Anaxa is still a Chrysos heir, one tinge of a titan's voice, recognizing the sound of its' wails, is in his blood.

This child is wielding the power of a titan.

Without saying anything, the child chuckles and rubs his head "The winds, they're telling me you're not from this place" Venti placed his hands behind his back and tilted his head. "You've been severely quiet, child from another world"

Anaxagoras hums and looks around "It seems like you can hear the wind" He points out the obvious, trying to mock the titan? the god? before him. "Convenient power, but how far can your wind reach, Titan?"

"Heh, Titan, huh? Not really a titan, but suree, if that's how you call it. Who am I to judge?" Venti speaks as he smiles and turns into his heel. "What is your name?" Anaxagoras crossed his arms at the question and kept his eyes on Venti.

"The name is Anaxagoras" He proudly introduced himself as he kept examining Venti's attire. "You called me, a child from another world. Can you elaborate on what it means?"

Venti kept his hands behind and looked at his shoes "Isn't self-explanatory? What else should I explain?" He asks, Anaxa simply squinted "World, beyond the skies, I am transported in your world? That's highly suspicious, how, why. I was supposed to die, yet I stand before you"

Venti smirked and looked up, staring at Anaxa's eyes "Die.. huh, perhaps... it's because, you were never supposed to be there" Venti's words didn't made sense. 

"I was never supposed to be on.. Amphoreus? I am destined to fulfill a prophecy, I can't be an anomaly from Amphoreus , if anything...—"

"You sure talk alot, huh.." Venti cuts off as he pouts to think.