To create Honkai Impact 3rd in a world where Kallen exists.

Therefore, at this moment, it still maintains its original appearance.

The scene before me seemed like a dream, a red desert just like in a movie.

"...Karen?"

A blond figure stood not far away, his clothes somewhat tattered, yet he still possessed an air of nobility.

Further away lies the golden Tree of Imaginary Numbers, its dreamlike beauty unveiled before everyone.

Even in his weakened state, Otto wouldn't ignore such a commotion; everything around him seemed to freeze, and the space itself felt thick and solid.

He noticed this and turned around in surprise.

Space seemed to freeze, and the attacks were also suspended in the void, seemingly about to hit him in the next instant.

Even as the long, black beam of attack was close to his face, he showed no panic whatsoever, as if the damage wasn't directed at him at all. Instead, his attention was focused on the illusory, bubble-like scene behind him.

He stared in astonishment, before him the face that seemed to stand just yesterday.

There's a sense of nostalgia, but also a feeling of helplessness.

He never imagined he would see success at the last minute of the plan. He began to doubt, to be afraid, and to dream...

But countless complex emotions converge

Finally, it settled into tranquility.

She was Karen, he was quite certain;

She wasn't Karen, and he was equally certain that it wasn't the Karen he knew.

But she will grow, even if the process is arduous.

He also saw familiar faces: Kaslana, the leader of the thirteen heroes, and the thirteen heroes beside her, each with a different expression.

He saw his granddaughter Theresa, he saw Kiana, he saw Cecilia, the one to whom he felt guilty...

She saw the Herrscher of Knowledge who had disappeared since then, her old friend, the Crimson Lotus Immortal, who had regained her original strength, and Durandal, who had once wanted to erect a wordless monument...

And then there are those few people who are completely out of place in this world: the red-eyed Theresa, the wise Theresa, and the mysterious witch Rita... Perhaps it's a world of bars, he thought casually.

In the end, he only saw her, Karen.

The woman who was with him throughout his life,

Her pure blue eyes still retained a certain innocent fantasy, even though they had experienced ups and downs and bore the vicissitudes etched by time.

The white hair, now styled, no longer has the restlessness of the past; instead, it is filled with a serene power.

Her face was pretty, her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be smiling, her lips were thin, and there was a hint of weariness in her eyes. It instantly reminded him of that smile he'd heard when he'd scaled the wall.

The golden sunlight shone on her; the timing was perfect. Time flies, so much time has passed.

Perhaps... it's five hundred years from now, then there's no difference...

The path of division unfolded here, and the world truly took shape in his hands.

She placed her hands on her thighs, parted her lips slightly, and looked at the somewhat disheveled Otto with a face full of hesitation and surprise. She took a deep breath and said...

"Hmm... Otto, it's been a long time."

"Yes, it's been a long time."

Otto smiled the most natural smile he had ever given himself, staring blankly at the scene.

Even though he had just been in the midst of battle, when he turned around, he still retained an elegance etched into his very bones.

Time and space spread outwards like ripples on water, but apart from the Heralds of Consciousness clenching their teeth and fists, resisting some unknown force,

The others were still unable to speak, but the trembling of their eyelids undoubtedly indicated that they were conscious, yet could only watch this scene unfold.

Karen stood up abruptly, wiping the hot tears from her cheeks. She walked forward, reaching out her hand, her movements unsteady, as if to touch the other person's wounded body.

But as the black spikes passed through his palm, he couldn't help but tremble.

But she still reached out her hand without hesitation, even though she had anticipated what would happen next. When she saw how Otto's right arm felt completely still to her, she couldn't help but purse her lips.

Karen's eyes widened as she looked at the person behind the thin veil of mist, reaching out but unable to touch them.

"Hehe, still the same as before... Karen."

Otto, however, did not care.

He maintained his self-satisfied smile, speaking weakly. He wanted to raise his hand, to touch the other person's cheek again, to wipe away the tears.

Already injured, it was even more difficult for him to do so in this viscous space.

Some fair hands trembled as they rose, yet they still managed to move swiftly through the air.

"What's wrong... Karen? Did someone bully you? Cough—"

Otto smiled slightly, yet he possessed a certain ability to solemnize the surrounding environment; his imposing aura unfolded involuntarily. If it weren't for the cough that followed or the wounds on his body,

Karen knew perfectly well why he was so weak.

“You’ve succeeded, Otto, my… great inventor.”

Karen's face, which was originally streaked with tears, was gently wiped clean with her hands, removing much of the moisture.