How about we call it even?

Cassian floated closer, stopping a short distance away from Kyle's figure.

His crimson eyes swept over him slowly, their glow unreadable—filled with a mix of curiosity, disbelief, shock, and something else Kyle couldn't quite name.

He had blacked out while Kyle's essence was attempting the impossible—but when he came to, the chaotic energy that once ruled Hell's Layer had vanished entirely.

Only darkness remained.

And within that vast darkness, he saw a cocoon glowing brightly in the void.

Cassian could've left then—nothing was stopping him anymore. But curiosity held him in place. He wanted to see just what would emerge from that cocoon. And he had to admit—he wasn't disappointed.

The first thing that emerged from the quiet cocoon was the familiar icy flame—but this time, its edges shimmered with a spectrum of colors, each hue representing a different law, dancing together in perfect harmony.