Within fractured dimensions, countless worlds drift like unmoored stars. Each birthed in chaos yet nurtured through eons of evolution - until some spiral into catastrophic self-destruction. These are the worlds where scientific advancement outpaces cosmic balance, leaving behind relics more deadly than any celestial weapon: The Ancient Legacies.

These enigmatic artifacts resist conventional understanding, their effects varying wildly with each activation method. The most perilous outcome? Dimensional annihilation on a scale that could unravel entire planes of existence. Take for example the Saint Seed Crystal - an energy conduit capable of manipulating spatial coordinates. When sufficient quantities are aligned through precise activation sequences, it triggers dimensional quakes so violent they birth catastrophic rifts. A single miscalculation in this ancient relic's handling is enough to erase multiple parallel realities.

The Ancient Legacies.

These artifacts represent the ultimate threat within the StrikerS universe.

Beyond the garden's periphery lies a churning void where dimensional currents coil with venomous hues, crackling with lightning that screams of unstable physics. Towering obsidian spires adorned with pulsating mana crystals form a labyrinthine fortress, its entrance gaping like a beast's maw - an architectural monstrosity both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Inside, the decor shifts to regal opulence despite aged elegance evident in every carved pillar. This is no mere residence - its placement within higher-dimensional space suggests the occupant possesses authority beyond mortal comprehension.

In one chamber, a figure stirs beneath strange bandages. His youthful visage betrays seventeen years, yet weathered eyes hint at centuries of conflict. Lin Luo's voice rasps with disuse as he assesses his state:

"Still alive?"

The diagnostics from his contract book reveal sobering truths - his actual power reserves amount to merely 1/10th of his peak. His body, wrapped in expertly applied bandages that mask injuries ranging from superficial lacerations to potentially fatal trauma, throbs with phantom pain.

A sudden attempt to move triggers excruciating agony as if his nerves have been electrified. The contract book's new restrictions baffle him - all legacy abilities rendered inaccessible despite sufficient life force reserves. Even basic skills like divine power manipulation remain locked.

When the door creaks open and ten-year-old Fate Testarossa enters, Lin Luo freezes mid-agony. Her striking golden twin tails catch the light as she crosses the threshold in her signature black-and-white ensemble, the crimson belt at her waist a fiery contrast to her otherwise monochrome attire. The soft melancholy in her azure eyes deepens the mystery of this impossible encounter.

"Fate!?"