In a silent dome, a man stared through the glass above, arms crossed, his expression tense.

  As his gaze settled on the starry night stretching infinitely, he sighed. Time seemed to crawl, until a cloud of particles appeared where an empty seat quietly waited.

  Orion dropped his eyes expectantly. A woman with strange clothing sat, her figure gradually taking shape until she became fully tangible.

  "Carmillya..." The name stopped abruptly on his lips.

  The woman closed her eyes, a faint smile on her face.

  "I can see the expectation on your face."

  She leaned over the table, cupping her chin in her hands.

  "Through a brief discussion with your companion, I could see how invaluable you are to them. Deveralna is a kind soul, much like many great individuals of my time."

  Carmillya returned his gaze with warmth, while Orion nervously shook his right leg.

  "Haha~ You're doing your best not to ask, but you can’t hide it."

  Orion sighed.

  "Can you blame me? I have no idea what’s happening with them. I directed you through our link when you asked, but since then, all I could tell was that she, with May and Stella, was in danger."

  His arms remained crossed, gripping his clothes tightly.

  Seeing his face darken, Carmillya spoke.

  "I apologize." She bent her head slightly. "I did not mean to tease you."

  Straightening, she explained what had happened between the two women.

  …

  "I see. She accepted." Orion finally relaxed, uncrossing his arms. "She became a new wielder of the Valkyrie title."

  A faint smile formed on his lips.

  "Yes. She seems a great successor. I’m glad it ended in the right hands." Carmillya leaned back, sighing with relief.

  Silence lingered, letting them contemplate and find some peace.

  Until Orion lifted an eyebrow.

  "Hmm? This feeling..." He stood. "Again? Who is it this time?"

  "It might be from Deveralna and May. Which means…"

  Carmillya looked confused at his monologue.

  Orion moved to the glass wall, staring into the void.

  "Well. It doesn’t matter." He placed his left hand against the cold surface. "Let me show you."

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  Carmillya stepped next to him, her gaze following his.

  "What do you mean?" she asked.

  "..." Orion closed his eyes for a few seconds, breathing deeply. "It’s coming from Stella."

  He traced the link connecting his magic to his daughter.

  A small gate opened before them, large enough for a hand.

  Then, a bright comet shot out, streaking across the glass dome at astonishing speed.

  "This one’s slightly worse than you were." Orion stretched his other hand to catch it.

  "It feels… rushed," Carmillya said, a trace of sadness in her voice. "Another Valkyrie?"

  Orion nodded.

  "If it’s from Stella, it means this person was…" He faltered, struggling with the truth. "She was her grandmother."

  Orion stopped the light with space magic, opened a rift, and dragged it inside. Another rift above his left palm allowed an orb to roll within.

  Carmillya’s breath caught as she gazed at the core of a Valkyrie she had never known.

  "As I thought." Orion hurried to the table, gently placing the faintly glowing orb. "It’s in far worse condition. Deteriorating fast."

  He closed his eyes, considering his next move.

  "Carmillya," he asked. "Do you think it wise to revive her?"

  Surprise showed on her face.

  "Why… ask me? If I say no, will you let it fade?" She stepped closer.

  "Do the other Valkyries wish to be revived?" He frowned. "No. Maybe that’s not the right question."

  "I want their souls to return to Triazils. You were born there; it seems only right for you to return after our expedition."

  His voice held genuine concern. Carmillya’s eyes filled with tears.

  "You were chosen by Nature. Returning to her would be the best outcome. Who am I to decide for you?"

  As cracks widened on the orb, Orion hesitated, hands hovering.

  Carmillya placed her hands over his.

  "Please! Revive her!" she shouted, her voice trembling. "Of course we would love to return home!"

  "If we died for our land, coming back would be our greatest reward."

  "I speak for all of us. Give her a chance."

  Orion nodded, resolve firm.

  A dark aura shrouded his hands as tendrils of energy entered the orb, repairing broken pieces and fusing shards within.

  Carmillya watched, enthralled. She couldn’t interrupt such intricate work.

  "Stop struggling," Orion said, leaning forward.

  Five luminous spirals appeared, sharing a central point but rotated so their coils never perfectly overlapped, giving a subtle vibration.

  Each spiral wound tightly at the center, expanding outward with deliberate curves. Spacing varied, making the shapes feel organic, like living breath.

  Where spirals crossed, faint threads of light arced, forming bridges reminiscent of neural pathways. They pulsed gently, suggesting an inner rhythm, the hidden cadence of a person’s identity.

  All spirals sat within a transparent sphere of shimmering energy, as if suspended in a protective cocoon. Wisps of pale glow drifted along the inside, reacting to the rune’s shifting repair.

  Though simple, the Pulse Spiral Rune exuded tranquility.

  Orion sighed, dropping his hands. "Done. You make my life harder, you know that?" He wiped his forehead and leaned back.

  "Haha~" Carmillya chuckled, lifting the core.

  She carried it across the table, releasing it when it began to glow. It floated a meter above the ground.

  Orion and Carmillya watched as a figure formed around the core. A peerless beauty with refined, dignified features opened her eyes slowly.

  "Hmm?" She looked around, as if waking from a dream.

  Orion couldn’t help but think aloud: "Ebon-colored hair… As expected from Stella’s relative. The resemblance is… striking."

  Next to him, Carmillya exhaled differently, staring at Orion. This man is incredible… he will truly bring us home.

  Hope of returning to their land, where their souls would rejoin the cycle, felt within reach.

  "Former Valkyrie Skadii. It is a pleasure to meet you." Orion stepped back, giving her space.

  She lifted her gaze, studying him from head to toe.

  "Who… are you?" Her voice was faint but graceful, echoing in the dome.

  Orion waved his hand, producing a new chair.

  "My name is Orion. Orion Feales. The one who repaired your broken soul."

  Skadii looked surprised but walked to the chair and sat.

  Her regal presence was breathtaking, even compared to Deveralna’s cultivated air. Skadii radiated innate, perfect majesty. No one on Triazils possessed even a fragment of it.

  Crossing her legs, she sighed.

  "There is much… I have to learn."

  Her dry smile told Orion everything he needed to know.

  "Right." He nodded, waiting for her questions.