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"I'm sorry, Eva. I thought… well, you know…" I trailed off, rubbing the back of my neck. "In my world, when someone says a loved one has gone to heaven, it usually means they've… well…"

Eva waved a hand dismissively, a small, knowing smile on her lips. "It's fine. I'm not upset. You're not from this realm, so I understand there might be cultural differences."

More than cultural differences. I thought grimly.

Mythica played by an entirely different rulebook—one I was still fumbling to understand. But I kept that to myself.

Shoving my embarrassment aside, I turned my attention back to Agnos and Jiuge. The fragment of Space-Time still rested in my palm, pulsing faintly with a strange energy.

"What should I do with this?" I asked, holding it out toward them.

Their reaction was instant—and alarming. Both of them took an abrupt step back, as if I had just thrust a ticking time bomb in their faces.