Blue Archive: Their Stories Are the Real Miracle

The world is the board, and fate is the piece.

With gods and humans as witnesses, what kind of ending will the story reach?

Will fate's opposing forces leave nothing but the helplessness of hope?

Or will someone cut through it all with a blade and begin their future anew?

The first world was the futile struggle of three generations of shrine maidens. Filth filled the skies, and a rain of death drowned the land.

The second world was a desperate journey fleeing the fires. The Honkai raged without end, and the End restarted the world in an endless cycle.

The third world was an epic of heroes' elegies. The dark tide swallowed the apocalypse, and the golden-blooded descendants carved out a future.

The fourth world.

The god sighed and placed the final piece, securing victory in this farce.

The boy silently shook his head and pointed at the board, now holding only white pieces.

The black pieces that had once vanished from the board began to reappear, one after another, until they covered the entire board.

Among the ruins of the Abydos desert, Ye Qianxing raised his right hand.

Countless [Miracles] gathered in his palm, finally condensing into a golden card.

"Gods, a story that doesn't need your interference is a good story, isn't it?"