Inside the dusty temple, incense coils in stale air. Both wounded fighters attempt one more kill before listening.

Prayer slips peel from the temple walls and rearrange around the idol into a living genealogy of black and white sect banners.

The prophecy becomes legible in brutal visual terms: union, child, peace, death. Keep it solemn and horrifying, not romantic.

Both absorb the prophecy without comfort. Their reactions are quiet, contemptuous, and personal.

They do not trust each other. They test the rule, then turn on the altar.

The Matchmaker God reacts to disobedience. The temple architecture begins turning into red thread and bone-white charm paper.

Ling uses forbidden soul-core beads against the god's prayer slips, revealing where the festival ritual is anchored.

The god abandons the temple idol and flees into the citywide festival thread network.

The pair step back into the festival. Auntie Pei waits outside, frightened sober, holding a bundle of old matchmaker keys.

From the temple steps, Lantern-Suture City is seen transformed: every festival cord pulses like a vein leading to four bright nodes.