The garden of Ketamran was serene, a sanctuary of vibrant flowers and gentle winds carrying the fragrance of blossoms. Morvane sat on a marble bench beneath a sprawling tree, lost in thought. Despite the tranquil beauty around him, a storm raged within his soul. The weight of his newfound powers pressed heavily on his chest—spiritbinder magic, the chaotic force of demonic power, and the divine radiance of angelic energy. They were all there, swirling inside him like an untamed tempest, yet he felt disconnected from their true potential.
He sighed, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on the smooth stone beneath him. His gaze wandered to the place where Hiraya's spirit once lingered. That ethereal presence had been a guiding light during his darkest moments. Now, with her gone, a void remained.
"I wonder if you're reborn now, Hiraya," Morvane whispered, his voice heavy with longing. "I hope you are."