[Location: Dungeon—Vampire King's Castle]
"…Your name… will be Eris."
The moment the word left my mouth, the air shifted.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
A pulse—soft, golden, warm—expanded from the tiny angel girl as if reality itself acknowledged the naming. The glow didn't explode this time. It bloomed. Like a dawn stretching across a battlefield.
The shadows around us recoiled instinctively,
but gently—
as if the holy light was now… politely knocking instead of trying to erase them.
Erebus tilted his head, eyes narrowing.
"…Recognition," he murmured. "The name has settled."
Astra nearly squealed. Nearly. Her whole body trembled with suppressed fangirling.
Paimon bowed deeply in a way that clearly said:
'The tiny holy creature now has a moniker. Order is restored.'
Draugr stomped once.
(Translation: Small holy thing now has label. Good.)
Bob vibrated happiness.
Vael melted like a wet sock.
And the girl—Eris—looked absolutely delighted.
