The Visionary

Heading up to the roof, Rosalyn could see Caelan with all the materials prepared for her 'revival'.

"Don't mess around with them too much when I'm passed out okay?" Rosalyn warned as Caelan raised his hand with a helpless smile.

Knowing her brother's personality, there was a high chance that he'd pull something once she was out of the picture. But she's already made it a point to showcase how important the two are to her so he shouldn't take it far… right?

Regardless, if she wanted to recover her body, there will definitely be a period of time where she can't protect the two. 

The two can only rely on themselves for the moment.

Letting out a sigh, Rosalyn stood in the centre of the ritual circle as blood began to manifest around her, forming the shell of the cocoon.

With everything in place, Caelan clasped his hands together as crimson chains burst out from the ground, wrapping around the cocoon.