Daniel begins the process of actualizing Mordred. Motes of white light gather and form a silhouette, wearing the armor Daniel is all too familiar with—the armor he forged using his artificing skills. A strong wave of melancholy and nostalgia wells up in his chest as he watches.
The light solidifies, then slowly fades, revealing a familiar figure. A woman in her early twenties looks around in confusion before her eyes land on Daniel. A smile spreads across her lips, and she jumps toward him in excitement.
"Dad!" Mordred shouts joyfully, wrapping her arms around Daniel in a tight hug. Daniel lets out a sigh, returning the hug and gently stroking her head.
"See? As I said, we've met again," Daniel says with a smile.
"Did you resurrect me?" she asks, her curiosity shining through.
"Yes…" Daniel nods. "You could put it that way."
