"What is dead may lie silent... until love whispers loud enough to awaken the soul."
The skies over Yusellea dimmed. The stars themselves turned their gaze as Aether, alone in the sacred grove, began the resurrection ritual. In his hand — Aira's Core Memory, glowing with divine warmth.
Ancient runes circled him. Spirit blossoms rose from the soil.
"In the name of the lost, the forgotten, and the loved — I call thee back, Aira Larethriel. Soul of the Blooming Light... return."
Light spiraled upward. The petals danced like flames. Aether's voice trembled but never broke.
He offered his blood — a drop from the heart.
He offered his voice — calling her by her true name.
He offered his soul — merging briefly with hers.
The world pulsed.
"AIRA—!"
From the celestial palace of Aelvyrion, high in the Upper Realm, the Divine Trinity watched the ritual unfold.
Archon Zariel, Judge of Balance
Seraphiel, the Burning Sword
Ishkara, Goddess of Threads
Zariel's eyes widened.
"The Lightbearer… she's being summoned again."
Ishkara's threads twisted violently.
"This breaks the Pact of Regression. The girl gave her soul to rewrite time. If she returns, the thread of fate will collapse!"
Seraphiel stood.
"We must stop it."
Zariel raised a hand.
"Not just us. Send the Executioners. If the boy completes this... both Heaven and Hell may fall."
Back in the grove, the final step began. The spirit bloom cracked open, and from it emerged a glowing silhouette — curled, fragile, trembling.
Aether stepped forward, heart hammering.
"Aira… is that you?"
The light peeled away.
And there she stood — her hair cascading like silver moonlight, her eyes confused but alive.
"...Aether?"
He ran to her, caught her before she collapsed, holding her like he'd never let go again.
"You came back. You actually—"
Her hand cupped his cheek.
"You remembered me… even after everything…"
Their foreheads touched. The world held its breath.
And then—
BOOM!
The sky split open.
Seven beams of light pierced the heavens. From them descended the Heaven's Executioners — elite enforcers of divine law, each draped in armor woven from starsteel and karma threads.
Their leader, Ezekiel the Chainbringer, stepped forward.
"You have violated celestial law, Mortal Aether."
"She died for me. I died for her. This is no law's business."
"You were granted regression under the Sacred Pact. Reversing a sacrifice breaks the order."
Aira stood, shielding Aether.
"So you would kill me... again?"
Ezekiel's eyes softened — just for a moment.
"You were meant to rest peacefully. You chose sacrifice."
"And now I choose life."
Her hand ignited — light magic pulsing with new warmth. No longer divine. No longer bound.
Pure will.
The battle erupted.
Aether summoned Beelzebubb's Devouring Spear, now fused with celestial resistance.
Aira conjured her old Bloomlight Arcs, each one a blade of memory and spirit.
The Executioners were fast — teleporting mid-blink, bending laws of distance and time.
But Aether was faster now. Stronger.
He dodged Seraph Chains.
He countered Fate Lances.
He deflected Star Runes.
Still, they were surrounded.
"They'll never let us be free," Aira panted.
"Then we'll carve freedom ourselves," Aether growled.
He summoned his System Core.
[Beelzebubb System – Limit Unlock: 34% → 62%]
[New Ability: Gluttonous Rift – Devour Space and Karma]
He unleashed it.
The grove trembled as space tore. The Executioners reeled back. Two were consumed whole — erased from all timelines.
Saryen arrived in a beam of vines and wind.
"Quickly! The Lightroots can transport you anywhere."
Aira and Aether ran, hand in hand.
Ezekiel's voice echoed:
"You cannot run forever. Heaven will hunt you."
Aether turned once.
"Let them come. But tell your gods — I'm no longer their puppet."
The Lightroots closed behind them.
Gone.
In a hidden sanctuary between realms, under an endless aurora sky, Aira sat beside Aether, her head on his shoulder.
"You really brought me back..."
"I broke everything to do it."
She smiled, eyes glassy.
"You idiot."
They kissed again, this time not in desperation — but in quiet joy.