The silence that followed was not empty.
It was full.
The training field resumed the sound of the wind rustling through the rocks, distant, almost timid, as if the world itself were relearning how to exist after that. The air pressure gradually decreased, but Ahri's presence remained—not overwhelming, not distant… constant.
Kael was still kneeling.
He breathed deeply, slowly, feeling the new balance settle within him. The newly formed organ pulsed in harmony with something that was no longer just Chaos—there was rhythm, intention, a soft echo that did not consume him.
Ahri watched him closely.
Not as an entity above him.
But as someone who chose to stay.
She extended her hand again, this time without ritual, without symbols.
Just a simple gesture.
"You can stand," she said softly.
Kael took her hand.
The touch was unlike anything they had ever shared.
