The valley fell silent once more.
Where darkness once coiled, only faint motes of silver light drifted in the air — remnants of divine energy.
Seraphim stood at the heart of the ruins, her blade lowered, her breath steady yet trembling with uncertainty.
Beside her, the celestial fox shimmered. Its silver fur no longer blazed, but glowed softly — calm, like moonlight over untouched snow.
"The Second Seal is broken," it said quietly.
"But every seal you shatter brings you closer… to the truth you fear most."
Seraphim turned toward it, voice barely a whisper.
"What truth?"
The fox's golden eyes gleamed with a knowing sadness.
"The truth about yourself — child of both Heaven and Earth."
Before she could speak again, the air rippled — a hum of ancient magic bending space between worlds.
A gate of light flared open for a fleeting moment, and through it stepped three silhouettes.
The first — a woman with dark auburn hair and calm, steady eyes, dressed in modern attire — Emma.
The second — a young woman in a simple robe, holding a feathered mask close to her chest — Inlada.
And the third — a girl with bright, earnest eyes, clutching a small notebook tightly — Nuna.
They froze when their gazes met Seraphim and the fox.
The world around them shimmered, the thin veil between time and reality trembling as if it might tear apart.
Emma frowned softly. "Where… are we?"
Inlada's fingers tightened around her feathered mask. "This isn't a dream…"
And Nuna whispered, voice filled with awe, "It's… the same valley I saw in my story."
The celestial fox looked at them — three souls from three distant worlds — and its voice echoed like wind through ancient temples.
"So… fate begins to weave again."
And for the first time since eternity began,
the celestial fox smiled.