The System Mecha is so unscientific

Da knelt at the edge of the chasm, the luminous orb pulsating softly like a heartbeat in the depths below. An aura of serenity enveloped him, yet he could feel an undercurrent of danger—it was as if the very ruins were holding their breath, anticipating the historian's next move. With every flickering pulse of the mysterious artifact, he felt the weight of the hundreds, perhaps thousands, of stories it contained.

He had venture forth; the guardians had granted him the opportunity to unlock the secrets of the Tear Ruins, and he intended to make the most of it. Drawing in a deep breath, Da summoned his resolve, then carefully descended into the pit.

The walls of the chasm were slick with a strange luminescent energy, glowing in shades of blue and violet. Each careful step sent ripples of light cascading down the stone. As Da approached the artifact, he could see intricate runes intertwined within its form—a weaving of fate and destiny etched into the source of its power. It was a Tear Crystal, a remnant pulse of what once flourished in a lost dimension, brimming with potential.

When Da reached the base, he noticed tendrils of energy reach out from the crystalline core, beckoning him closer. He hesitated for a moment, gauging the risk of touching such a potent artifact.

“Remember your training,” he whispered to himself. “You’ve faced worse.” Gathering his courage, he extended his hand, fingertips brushing against the cool surface of the Tear Crystal.

In an instant, the world around him dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors and fractured images. Visions exploded into his consciousness—vibrant landscapes of flourishing cities, lush forests, and societies thriving in harmony. He saw joyful faces, children playing, artists creating masterpieces, scholars exchanging wisdom in grand libraries.

But as quickly as joy filled his heart, darkness clawed its way in. Flickering flashes of disaster ripped through the idyllic scenes: rifts in space, chaos erupting as civilizations crumbled beneath the sway of lost magic. Voices echoed in his mind, cries of despair and hope colliding in a mournful choir.

“Help us!” a voice implored, resonating through the whirlwind of emotions. Da’s heart raced, overwhelmed by the responsibility of witnessing these fragmented memories.

He focused his energy, willing himself to embrace the cacophony instead of retreating. “I won’t abandon you!” he shouted, gripping the Tear Crystal tighter. “Whatever lost bonds you seek to mend—let me help!”

In that moment, as if responding to his sincerity, the Tear Crystal flared to life, casting a dazzling light that enveloped him. The memories broke free from their confines in a tempest of color and light, swirling around Da like a storm. Each vibrant flash carried with it an echo of a treasured past, a tale that begged to be told.

Da felt images coalesce, forming a narrative that seeped into his very essence. He understood that the power of the Tear Ruins was not merely to bind dimensions but to weave together the legacies of all those who had once been lost.

As the storm of memories settled, Da emerged with greater clarity. The Tear Crystal shimmered with newfound energy, and he recognized that the remnants he had encountered were far more than mere ghosts; they were fragments of potential realities.

“We must forgive ourselves… and each other,” one soft voice implored from the depths of the past. Some images shifted again as memories tied to lost heroes and heroines, each seeking redemption or closure. They needed a champion—an Awakener who could bridge the divides between these realities.

“You can be the one to weave these strands together,” a soothing voice encouraged, echoing through Da’s mind. “To honor the past and forge a new future.”

Just then, the guardian reemerged from the side of the chasm, shimmering like smoke caught in sunlight. “You’ve done more than we anticipated, Weaver,” it spoke, its tone now lighter, resonating with approval. “The Tear Crystal recognizes your intent. You acknowledge the scars of the past and seed the potential for rebirth. But power is a two-edged sword.”

“I understand,” Da replied, still trembling from the experience. “But what must I do to harness its energy and use it to protect my world from its own fracturing?”

The guardian gestured toward the core of the crystal, which began to pulse with increased fervor. “You will face trials of balance—understanding both light and shadow. The energy of the Tear Ruins is not to be taken lightly. To awaken the potential locked within, you must learn to embrace both sides of your being.”

Da nodded, grasping the weight of the guardian's words. He felt ready, bolstered by the memories of those who had suffered, and driven by his desire to safeguard his city. “What are the trials?”

“The trials shall come in three forms,” the guardian explained, raising its hands and casting a weave of shimmering light into the air. “The Trial of Fear, the Trial of Sacrifice, and the Trial of Legacy. Each will test your resolve, your heart, and your connection to those who came before.”

A portal flickered into being, revealing glimpses of different landscapes—shadowy forests alive with whispers, vast fields echoing with loss, and grand halls where echoes of the past begged to be remembered. “When you are ready, step through, and face what lies ahead. Only by overcoming these trials—the specters of fear and certainty—can you wield the power of the Tear Crystal.”

Da took a deep breath, grounding himself as the courage that surged within him took form. “I’ll do it. I won’t let fear dictate my future. I will face whatever I need to, for the sake of those who came before me—and for my future.”

As he stepped toward the portal, Da glanced at the Tear Crystal one last time, its brilliance drawing him in. A jolt of energy filled him, an affirmation that he was not alone in this endeavor. With thoughts of Mirra, his friends, and the countless spirits dwelling in the fragments of lost dimensions, he made his choice.

The world around him shifted dramatically. Da felt himself pulled through the portal, the pull of destiny stronger than ever. He was ready to embrace the trials ahead, to forge not just his own legacy, but to intertwine with those who had been lost—to finally transform the remnants of fractured dimensions into a tapestry of hope.

As he crossed the threshold, the shadows ahead beckoned, promising challenges and revelations that would shape not just his fate, but the fate of realities yet to be born. With determination in his heart, Da stepped forward into the unknown, ready to confront the trials of the Tear Ruins.