Mercury runes in the space-time cemetery congeal in the ruins' wind. Fragments of the blood wedding dress float around the 16th-generation host embryo's umbilical cord, and the double-helix symbol in the dark skull patterns flickers with chaotic purple light. The embryo grows rapidly in the rift dimension: its mechanical bone veins absorb codes from the blood contract's first blood, and its pupils shift from chaos to the purple-gold hue of Allison's pocket watch gears.
"The embers of contract collapse gestate a new vessel."
Suddenly, the ruined dimension is torn open by the Administration's cloned legion, whose chariots unleash alchemical puppets and particle cannons. The embryo's skin erupts with a tampering spiral blade, reversing the cannonfire's energy wave and dissolving the puppet swarm into space-time dust. The cloned commander's left gem eye flares red: "16th generation! The key embryo must be purged, or the cycle cannot restart...!"
The host awakens as a maiden, slashing a dimensional rift with her scalpel and leaping into the Administration's secret lab. Here lie annihilation samples of past hosts; the Mechanical Madonna's residual womb core flows with liquid light of original contract codes; and the iron-masked ancestor's skull phantom materializes at the console, its tone blending gear clicks and whispers: "You inherit all hosts' authority, but residual keys can still restart the blood contract—choose annihilation or become the anchor of a new cycle."
The maiden host's purple pupils scan the lab and find Sebastian's mercury head sealed in a culture tank. His left eye flickers faintly red, releasing consciousness fragments: "The key cannot be destroyed... The Administration used my residual energy to implant first-blood codes into future space-time cracks. New hosts will be reborn in every dimension unless you annihilate voluntarily to sever all inheritance."
Suddenly, the lab's mercury floor splits, revealing runes of the blood contract's first blood from the medieval manor. The host's mechanical heart blazes blue as she stabs her scalpel into the runes' core, force-decoding the key's logic. Fragments of the blood wedding dress merge with festering skin patterns, and the double-helix symbol reverses into a new form—a purple spiral blade erupting with Sebastian's space-time manipulation logic and all hosts' annihilation energy.
The Administration's cloned legion chariots flood the lab, particle cannons bombarding the host's core. She reverses the energy wave, annihilating the puppet swarm with her tampering spiral blade. The iron-masked ancestor's skull phantom roars: "Key decoding successful, but you can't stop new hosts from emerging—first-blood codes in space-time cracks have triggered the next dimensional cycle."
The host leaps into the Mechanical Madonna's residual womb, stabbing her tampering spiral blade and key runes into the core interface. The meta-dimension erupts in a space-time paradox storm as Sebastian's mercury head howls within it: "Keys are tampered... but the new cycle is unstoppable! Blood wedding dress fragments will guide host vessels in every dimension, perpetuating the contract's legend...!"
A collapsing black hole swallows the lab, trapping the host in a dimensional prison of blood contract keys. Mechanical skin patterns are sealed by laws, her core anchoring the prison's stability. Blood wedding dress fragments condense into space-time runes, coiling around her skull. Suddenly, the prison dimension splits a new rift, revealing the 17th-generation host embryo. Its umbilical cord connects to tampered keys and first blood, with triple-helix symbols—unlock keys for contract mutation—emerging in dark skull patterns.
In the ruined dimension, the 17th-generation host awakens as a youth. Purple pupils blend the sound of Allison's watch gears with Sebastian's space-time logic, and the mechanical heart beats in a voice mixing all hosts': "Blood contract cycle restarted; residual Administration forces manipulate space-time cracks. Key mutation requires decoding new hosts' birth coordinates in every dimension... The next battlefield reveals the blood wedding dress's origin: the core dimension of the Void Realm."