After battle after battle against the monsters, Bosacius's body was drenched in their blood. He had absorbed an immense amount of miasma, which finally caused his suppressed karmic debt to erupt once more. The memories he had lost came flooding back.
Menogias. Bonanus. Indarias. Alatus.
Not only the tragic memories, but also the happy ones. Fighting together. Traveling together. They had promised that after they had slain all the demons, they would return to Liyue Harbor, open an inn, and welcome Liyue's bright future together. But one by one, his companions had left this world.
Now, in Bosacius's dazed eyes, he saw their figures again.
"I remember now. You are—these brothers and sisters have come to take me home. Boyang, I have brothers and sisters too."
Though his mind was failing, his eyes shone with a clear light as he stared ahead, as if seeing something.
Boyang quickly said, "Brother Yaksha, you've come to your senses. At least tell me your name."
He could see that this moment of clarity was only the final flicker before death. The severe wounds, the miasma, the evil energy, the karmic debt—there was no strength left to fight. He had always known that they were destined to die here. Though he had not known the yaksha long, the spirit the yaksha had shown filled Boyang with admiration. Before he died, he wanted to know his brother's name. Even if no one else would remember it, Boyang would hold it forever—even in the underworld, he would not forget.
Hearing Boyang's voice, a faint light returned to Bosacius's weary face. Though it was only a final rally, it gave him a brief moment of clarity. When he heard the question, the fragmented images of his companions appeared again in his mind.
Before they died, they had all called his name.
"Elder Brother—"
"Brother Bosacius—"
"Hey, Bosacius—"
"Bosacius—"
In that moment, the yaksha who had lost his memory finally remembered his own name. He was the eldest brother of all the foremost yakshas.
"I—my name is Bosacius."
"It means—a fleeting moment, all is cast aside."
In an instant, Electro energy gathered within his body once more. All the remaining power he had erupted at once, illuminating the entire space.
The yaksha sitting on the stone, radiating authority despite his injuries. Boyang, wounded but still supporting him. And ahead of them—
The spatial rift rippled again.
Massive monsters. Brutal, high‑level creatures poured forth once more. In the blink of an eye, they surged toward the two like a tide.
Though both were nearly spent, neither gave up. Bosacius became lightning. Boyang raised his spear.
Fight. Keep fighting.
But fate had already been sealed.
The lightning died. The spear snapped.
Darkness swallowed the space. Nothing remained but the howls of monsters.
It was over.
...
No one knew how much time passed. Days, perhaps months. The mountain people and miners of the Chasm often came to survey the area. Finally, one day, they discovered that the monsters that had invaded the Chasm had vanished.
Everyone knew that the Millelith who had guarded the area, along with the shamans and the nameless yaksha, must have defeated the monsters and saved the Chasm.
Though they did not know the details, the people searched everywhere for the Millelith, wanting to thank them. But sadly, aside from the bodies of fallen soldiers and slain monsters, they found no living Millelith.
They refused to believe that all the soldiers had died. So they continued searching.
At last, they found the mine crack. Feeling the surging miasma and the darkness within, no one dared to enter. But then, from the crack, footsteps sounded.
"Who is in there?"
"Is it one of the Millelith?"
"Is it one of the shamans?"
"Is it the yaksha?"
They called out, but received no answer. Time passed.
Finally, under their expectant gazes, a lone, maddened figure emerged from the darkness, clutching the Spear of Comradeship, moving like a corpse. Everyone was startled.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
"He looks like the shaman Rongzhao—"
"It really is Master Rongzhao!"
"Master Rongzhao, where are the Millelith? Where is Master Boyang? Where is the yaksha?"
They all looked past Rongzhao, desperately hoping to see others. But after a long moment, no one else appeared.
And when they drew closer, they heard Rongzhao muttering to himself:
"The seal—"
"They're all dead—"
"Never coming back—"
"Boyang—"
"Millelith—"
"Menogias—"
Even now, he had not forgotten the name the yaksha had spoken before their parting: if ever you reach the other side, give Menogias my regards. But in his current state, Rongzhao could do none of that.
Hearing his words, the mountain people and miners slowly pieced together what had happened. The Millelith, the yaksha, and the shamans had worked together to seal the monsters. But the Millelith, the yaksha, and Boyang were all dead.
And they had heard a name that shocked them: Menogias. One of Rex Lapis's foremost yakshas. Could the yaksha who had fought alongside the Millelith and died beneath the Chasm be Menogias?
Though they did not know the truth, from the mad ravings of Rongzhao they had only heard the name Menogias. Naturally, they believed that it was Menogias who had helped them fight.
So they spread the news, along with the account of the battle at the Chasm. It reached Liyue Harbor, reached Dihua Marsh, reached Guili Plain.
But when the people of Liyue Harbor heard the news, they all raised questions.
"Didn't Lord Menogias already die fighting demons?"
"How could he have fought at the Chasm?"