Moros did not smile—such expressions did not belong to him. His face remained as still and emotionless as the void itself, yet when he spoke, there was unmistakable approval within his cold tone.
"Good," he said indifferently. "You deserve… a reward."
He slowly raised a single finger.
At the tip of that finger, a thread of crimson fate-light condensed. It was thin and delicate in appearance, yet the pressure it carried was enough to make the surrounding space tremble. The beam shot forward and lightly touched Echidna's forehead.
In that instant, the world seemed to flash.
Echidna's pupils expanded sharply. Her breath stopped. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
Then the seal shattered.
Memories that had been forcibly erased surged back into her mind like a flood breaking through a dam. There were no fragments, no distortions—everything returned in perfect clarity.
