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The Devourer was gone.
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But nobody relaxed.
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Because some departures felt more dangerous than battles.
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Its final words lingered over the capital like a curse.
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"Then I will take what you love."
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The sentence echoed inside Rosy's mind long after the crimson eyes vanished.
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Below the ruined walls, citizens slowly emerged from hiding.
Knights helped the wounded.
Healers rushed through damaged streets.
Workers began clearing debris.
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Life was trying to continue.
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But something felt wrong.
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The sky had stabilized.
The Void creatures had calmed.
The battle had ended.
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Yet Rosy's chest still felt heavy.
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As if something was approaching.
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Something inevitable.
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Azrael noticed immediately.
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"...You're thinking too loudly."
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Rosy blinked.
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"What does that even mean?"
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"It means your face is doing that thing again."
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"...What thing?"
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"The tragic hero thing."
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Kael immediately nodded.
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"Yes."
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Rosy looked offended.
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"I don't have a tragic hero face."
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"You absolutely do."
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"Without question."
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Rosy stared at both men.
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"...You're bullying me."
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"Correct."
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"Accurate."
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She sighed deeply.
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For a brief moment—
Everything almost felt normal.
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Then the silver eye spoke.
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And normal disappeared again.
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"THE SEAL IS BREAKING."
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The atmosphere changed instantly.
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Rosy's smile vanished.
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"What seal?"
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The silver eye was silent for several moments.
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Long enough to make everyone uneasy.
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Then finally—
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"THE ONE INSIDE YOU."
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Silence.
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Rosy's heart skipped.
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Because she already knew.
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Deep down—
She knew exactly what it meant.
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The strange feeling she'd experienced since transmigration.
The darkness sleeping inside her.
The thing beneath her memories.
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Something had always been there.
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Waiting.
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Watching.
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Sleeping.
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The silver eye continued.
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"YOU WERE NEVER SEALED BECAUSE OF YOUR POWER."
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Rosy's breathing slowed.
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"...Then why?"
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The answer came immediately.
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"TO PROTECT YOU."
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Her father suddenly froze.
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For the first time since the battle began—
Actual emotion crossed his face.
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Fear.
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Rosy noticed instantly.
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And that frightened her more than anything.
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Because her father never looked afraid.
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Ever.
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Slowly—
She turned toward him.
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"...What aren't you telling me?"
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Silence.
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Her father looked away.
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Which was answer enough.
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Rosy's eyes narrowed.
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"...Tell me."
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Nothing.
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"...Father."
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Still nothing.
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The silver eye finally spoke again.
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"HE CANNOT."
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The capital trembled slightly.
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"HE SWORE AN OATH."
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Rosy's stomach sank.
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Because magical oaths weren't simple promises.
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They were absolute.
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Break them—
And reality punished you.
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Severely.
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Her father finally sighed.
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For the first time in what felt like centuries.
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"...I hate that creature."
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The silver eye seemed pleased.
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"THE FEELING IS MUTUAL."
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Even Kael blinked.
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"...Did an ancient cosmic entity just insult you?"
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"...Unfortunately."
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Rosy almost laughed.
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Almost.
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But her anxiety remained.
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"...What seal?"
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This time—
The silver eye answered directly.
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"THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO..."
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The world around them blurred.
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A memory.
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Not Rosy's memory.
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The silver eye's memory.
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The capital vanished.
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The battlefield vanished.
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Everything disappeared.
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And suddenly—
They stood in another place.
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An endless field of stars.
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Countless worlds floating in the darkness.
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Beautiful.
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Terrifying.
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Ancient.
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Rosy stared in wonder.
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"...Where are we?"
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"THE SPACE BETWEEN WORLDS."
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The silver eye appeared before them fully now.
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Not just an eye.
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A massive celestial being.
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Its body seemed made from galaxies and silver light.
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Neither male nor female.
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Neither human nor monster.
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Simply ancient.
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Rosy suddenly understood why Void creatures worshipped it.
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Its existence felt impossible.
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The memory continued.
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A younger Isle appeared.
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Much younger.
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Perhaps sixteen.
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She stood at the center of the stars.
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Laughing.
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Actually laughing.
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Rosy's breath caught.
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Because she'd never seen Isle like that.
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Carefree.
Happy.
Alive.
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The young Isle spun around the endless cosmos.
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And beside her—
The silver being watched fondly.
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"YOU ARE GROWING TOO QUICKLY."
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Young Isle grinned.
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"That's because I'm amazing."
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"...ARROGANT."
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"Correct."
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Rosy covered her face.
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"...I was unbearable."
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Kael nodded immediately.
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"That part hasn't changed."
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"...Traitor."
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The memory continued.
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The young Isle suddenly stopped smiling.
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Because something had appeared.
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A child.
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Everyone froze.
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Rosy's eyes widened.
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"...Who is that?"
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The child looked no older than six.
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Silver hair.
Golden eyes.
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Beautiful.
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Yet strangely familiar.
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The moment Rosy saw him—
Something inside her soul reacted violently.
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The child looked lost.
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Alone.
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Afraid.
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Young Isle immediately walked over.
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"...Hey."
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The boy flinched.
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"..."
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"What's your name?"
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The child remained silent.
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Young Isle crouched beside him patiently.
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"...Did you get separated from your family?"
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A pause.
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Then quietly—
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"...I don't have one."
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Something broke inside Rosy.
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Because the loneliness in that voice felt real.
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Painfully real.
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Young Isle smiled gently.
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"Then you're adopted."
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Silence.
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The child blinked.
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"...What?"
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"Congratulations."
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The boy stared blankly.
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Young Isle looked pleased with herself.
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"...That's not how adoption works."
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"It does now."
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Rosy covered her face.
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"...Why would I do that?"
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Kael immediately answered.
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"Because you're you."
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"...Fair."
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The memory continued.
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The silver being looked concerned.
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"ISLE."
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Young Isle looked up.
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"What?"
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The ancient creature's expression darkened.
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"DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE IS?"
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Young Isle glanced at the child.
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Then shrugged.
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"A child."
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The silver being became silent.
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Because technically—
She wasn't wrong.
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The memory skipped forward.
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Months.
Years.
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The child remained beside Isle constantly.
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Following her everywhere.
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Learning from her.
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Smiling because of her.
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Living because of her.
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And slowly—
Rosy realized something terrifying.
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The child wasn't ordinary.
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Not at all.
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Worlds reacted whenever he cried.
Stars brightened whenever he laughed.
Reality shifted whenever he slept.
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The child was impossible.
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And yet—
Young Isle loved him anyway.
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Like family.
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Like her own child.
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Then the memory reached its end.
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The silver eye's voice became quiet.
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Heavy.
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Sad.
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"THAT CHILD WAS THE SECRET."
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Rosy's heart pounded.
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"...Who was he?"
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The silver being looked directly at her.
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And for the first time—
Its expression became sorrowful.
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Deeply sorrowful.
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"THE LAST HEART OF CREATION."
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Silence.
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Nobody understood.
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Except Rosy.
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Because the moment she heard those words—
A sealed memory cracked open.
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And suddenly—
She remembered the child.
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His smile.
His laughter.
His tiny hands grabbing hers.
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And the name she'd given him.
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Rosy's eyes widened.
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"...Sol."
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The world shook.
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The moment the name left her lips—
A golden light erupted somewhere far beyond the kingdom.
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Far beyond the Void.
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Far beyond reality itself.
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Something answered.
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And for the first time—
The silver eye looked afraid.
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"HE'S AWAKE."
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End of Chapter 35