The Genesis Prism roared alive, filling the entire chamber with blinding blue circuits.
Sko'dar hovered inside the capsule, body trembling as the ancient machine devoured his memories and shattered his limits.
Vaktari poured the genetic fragments into the core—
golden-blue particles belonging to her husband, the last ruler of the ancient bloodline.
Her hands shook as she whispered:
"These… these fragments once belonged to him."
Sko'dar's eyes widened inside the capsule.
"H-Him? You mean—"
Vaktari nodded painfully.
"He was my husband…
and the rightful ruler of this planet.
You carry his blood… his legacy."**
Then the machine surged—
tearing Sko'dar's body apart, rebuilding it again and again.
He screamed.
Bones cracked.
Muscles snapped.
Blood evaporated into blue light.
"VAKTARI—!!"
Vaktari pressed both hands to the machine, blue aura flaring wildly.
"HOLD ON, SKO'DAR!
I'm giving you my energy too!"
Lightning exploded.
The world drowned in a sun-bright flash.
And then…
Silence.
A New Sko'dar Emerged
The capsule hissed open.
Smoke drifted out like a veil.
A figure stepped through—
Broad shoulders.
Deep, sculpted muscles.
A royal, commanding aura.
Eyes glowing with ancient blue flames.
He looked exactly like—
HER HUSBAND.
The man she lost.
The king who died centuries ago.
Vaktari's breath caught.
Her lips trembled.
Tears filled her eyes instantly.
And when Sko'dar looked at her…
Something inside her broke open.
"Vaktari… is that… me?"
Sko'dar whispered, confused.
Vaktari didn't answer.
Because she couldn't.
She stepped forward—
hand trembling—
touching his chest lightly…
And then she collapsed into him, arms wrapping around him tightly, face buried against his shoulder.
She sobbed uncontrollably.
"I… I missed you…"
Her voice cracked like shattered glass.
"You look just like him…
My husband…
My king…"
Sko'dar froze, shocked at her sudden closeness.
But her tears were real—
warm, trembling, desperate.
She gripped him tighter.
Her voice broke—
"I love you…
I loved you for so long…"
Sko'dar felt a strange ache in his chest—
as if her sorrow echoed inside him.
Vaktari continued crying softly, her spiritual body glowing faintly blue.
"…Don't leave me again."
The scene was overwhelming—
ancient grief colliding with rebirth,
destiny twisting two souls together.
Sko'dar lifted his hand slowly
and placed it gently on her head.
**"I'm here now…
I'm not going anywhere."**
Her crying quieted, but she didn't let go.
For the first time in centuries—
Vaktari felt warmth.
And for the first time ever—
Sko'dar felt what it meant to be someone important…
someone loved…
someone chosen.