Samael stood quietly for a moment, her eyes trailing across the lines of the shrine carved into Yoiglah's shell, as though reading ancient verses that no longer spoke aloud. Her wings tightened once, her horns tilting ever so slightly in thought before she finally broke the silence.
"It appears," she began, her voice even, "that not everyone resets with each timeline cycle. There's a… selection. A criterion."
Kivas raised an eyebrow. Her halo dimmed for a moment, as though reacting to the implication.
Samael continued, "When you die, the world resets. We've confirmed that, twice now. You carry your skills, your memories, your progress—but it doesn't seem like you're the only one who persists. I came back with you. So did Yoiglah. I think it's not a coincidence."
Kivas crossed her arms, brushing back her windblown hair with a slow hand. "Then what do you think determines it?"
