The golden radiance from the Sun Tear Relic filled the chamber like the first dawn after eternal night. The walls of molten stone began to cool, crimson turning to amber, the air humming with divine vibration. Shellia felt her heartbeat slow—not from calm, but from the overwhelming harmony between her divine essence and the ancient relic that had chosen her.
"Shellia…" Allen's voice was steady but quiet. His emerald eyes reflected the golden light surrounding her. "Can you control it?"
She didn't answer immediately. Her palms were raised, fingers trembling as golden streams of energy swirled around them. The power was familiar yet ancient, like hearing a lullaby from another lifetime. "It's not… resisting me," she whispered, "but it's not tamed either."
["That relic hasn't been touched for over a thousand years,"] Yuki said, his wings flickering between emerald and gold. ["Be careful. It remembers Elenora's will, not yours."]
