He sat upright, unmoving, fingers resting lightly against his chin.
A chill crept beneath his skin, settling deep into his bones.
His eyes were fixed on the screen, on the words that pulsed softly in front of him. His hands curled into fists as the truth began to settle—not a vague data entry. Not a misreading.
She was real.
And not just real—connected to him.
A soul link.
His gaze dropped back to the display.
Classification: Unknown.
Ezra's brows furrowed.
Everything had a classification. Celestial. Ascended. Singular. Something. But this? Unknown?
That one word sent a quiet unease rippling under his skin.
The screen blinked.
[Additional Entry – Forgotten Record Located]
"She was not born of stardust nor shaped by time—
She was made.
Forged in the heart of forbidden light by Calypse, the Sin of Light,
Before her fall."
Ezra's breath hitched.
A record. A forgotten record.
Had this been buried inside his Resonance Archive the whole time?
His fingers trembled as he scrolled back and re-read the words.
His hand trembled slightly as he read the words again. When the first light broke upon the world, she was there. That meant she had existed long before he was even a thought—before any of this. How long ? His mind couldn't comprehend. Where there any other more higher beings apart from creatures of the rift and humans ?
Ezra leaned back, gripping the sheets beneath him.
And then there was the Soul Connection. Depth: 3%.
He frowned. He had no reference for what that meant, but something about it gnawed at him. Did that mean they weren't fully linked? If his synchronization with her was at 4%, and their connection was at 3%… did that mean they weren't fully bonded yet?
Could that change?
Ezra flexed his fingers, glancing toward the entry that still pulsed softly.
Manifestation: Available.
Could he summon her right now?
He didn't know why, but the thought sent a ripple of anticipation through him. His pulse quickened as he hovered his fingers over the command.
Would it work? Would she appear before him?
He hesitated.
And for the first time, Ezra realized—he wasn't afraid of the answer.
Taking a breath, he pressed down.
The screen flickered.
Something in his chest shifted.
Aether pulsed through his veins, spreading over his core, his resonance responding in ways he could've never imagined. The world felt brighter, warmer—even though no light had been cast.
And then—
A faint glow, flickering softly at first, before swelling, growing brighter, warmer. The air rippled, distorting like heat rising off pavement.
And from that bloom of gold and silver—
She appeared.