The woman's gaze burned into both spirits now, unwavering.
"Since you two are still lingering in this world…" she said, voice low and cold, "then let me make this perfectly clear."
Her eyes narrowed.
"I will seal both of you again if you ever speak a word… anything at all… that interferes with his mission."
Ridan flinched, his form dimming again.
Syaria bowed her head, clutching her arms tightly.
Then the woman turned fully to Ridan.
"Do not fail again."
Her voice sharpened like a blade across the sky.
"Your task is to ensure this human, Hazuki doesn't stray."
She stepped closer, her presence forcing the others to remain still.
"There are still four more herbs to gather. Each one tied to a stage of growth. Each one a piece of resistance."
Her voice slowed.
"This is his trial. His path. His resistance must grow naturally. You will guide him. Not push. Not interfere."
Ridan nodded, trembling.
"…Yes, ma'am."
