Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 155 - Bloom in Daybreak

Chapter 155 - Bloom in Daybreak

Myrrh's body shimmered as the last fragments of energy dissolved, returning her to her human form. She fell to her knees, clasping her trembling hands in prayer, her gaze locked upon Fei's body slowly ascending, defying gravity with an otherworldly grace. Her form levitated inches above the cracked and ashen ground, framed by the dying light of the battlefield.

"Fei..." Myrrh whispered, her voice quivering in awe and disbelief.

Fei's lips curled into a faint smile, yet tears streamed freely from her golden eyes—tears that spoke of sorrow, of joy, and of an unshakable guilt. With a serene resolve, she closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the primordial pulse of the Cosmic Tree. Her voice trembled as she spoke, words laced with both prophecy and lament.

"I dreamed of a bleached earth... where everything ceased to exist."

The first tear touched the barren soil—and life answered. From the lifeless gray wasteland, a single fragile shoot broke through the cracked surface. Then another. And another. In an instant, the green surge accelerated, roots burrowing deep, splitting stone as they claimed the dead planet. Branches erupted skyward, racing toward Fei like outstretched arms yearning for their creator.

"My heart ached for the nightmare... and wished for the continuing dream," she chanted, her voice growing steadier, echoing like a sacred hymn.

Roots coiled around her body, gently at first, then with a fervent embrace. They resembled Neil's crimson bindings—but these glowed with a luminous emerald hue, pulsing with the breath of life. The roots crawled across her skin, up her neck, and over her face, until the morpher in her grasp ignited with a brilliance that split the gloom.

In a burst of raw, ethereal energy, Fei's form fractured and reassembled into a towering Frame Unit. Yet this was no vibrant war machine. It was hollow, draped in a deathly gray, its lifeless shell devoid of light. No circuits hummed, no eyes burned. Only silence. The roots, relentless, did not stop—they climbed the metal titan, entwining every joint and plate, until even the soulless Frame was claimed by the Cosmic Tree's ever-thickening vines.

"As the Cosmic Tree bloomed at daybreak," Fei intoned, her voice resonating from within the hollow Frame, "it whispered to me..."

The eyes of the Frame Unit snapped open, blazing with an orange brilliance. Light surged through its body like molten veins, bleeding out from the cracks in its armor. The glow erupted in waves, spilling into the roots and fueling the Tree's exponential ascent. What emerged was no abomination, no grotesque parody of nature, but a true colossus of creation: a tree so vast it dwarfed mountains, its bark a deep earthen brown, its canopy a sea of pure, untainted green. Its branches clawed toward the heavens, brushing the clouds as they reached for Xyraxis itself.

The leaves shimmered under the newborn sun, their emerald surfaces catching the first golden rays. And then the light swelled, blinding, transcendent.

"This tree... shall be the guiding light of reality," Fei whispered, her final words carried like a prayer upon the dawn.

The Cosmic Tree blazed with gold. And with that light... reality itself was rewritten.

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I see fragments of memories—shards of a distant past, flickering like old film.

The wind hums softly through the fields, carrying the faint scent of earth and wildflowers. This is a quiet corner of New China, far removed from the towering cities and their relentless hum.

A girl turns her gaze toward the boy. Her golden eyes glint like molten sunlight beneath her long lashes. Midnight-black hair cascades down her back, swaying with every hesitant step she takes. Her porcelain skin gleams pale against the verdant green. She studies him with a guarded curiosity—this stranger who appeared only yesterday.