Yaya extended a few slender branches into the cocoon, merging her essence with it.
Beneath the towering crown of the Tree of Life, a soft drizzle began to fall, countless droplets cascading like a misty rain. The primal essence that had been forced out by the Sigil of the Wild Legion was immediately drawn into Yaya's form, absorbed and refined.
Time passed in silence, though Ethan couldn't say how long. Eventually the entire space cleared, the haze dispersing until brightness returned to the Gate of Ascension.
"Brother, you can leave now," Yaya's voice chimed gently, her final act sweeping away the last strands of dark mist.
"Alright. I'll be out for a while—keep working on it, both of you," Ethan replied, giving his instructions before pulling his consciousness back from the Mindscape.
