The sky stayed black.
Even after the pedestal stopped pulsing and the spiral of light vanished, the clouds above Shoto and Elizabeth didn't return to normal — they churned like smoke trapped under glass.
And the key still refused to come loose.
Shoto gritted his teeth and tugged again. "It's stuck."
Elizabeth scanned the ring. "Something changed."
The ground beneath the pedestal rumbled — once, then twice. Not an earthquake. Not natural.
A heartbeat.
The center of the Hollowed Ring split open like a pupil dilating.
What rose wasn't a monster.
Not yet.
It was a spire — stone and metal fused together, covered in ancient runes and veins of glowing red crystal. Slowly, steadily, it lifted into the sky like a spear stabbing upward.
Elizabeth took a step back. "That's not part of the ruins."
"No," Shoto said. "That's a seal."
From deep within the spire, a sound rose — not a roar. Not even a voice.
A whisper.
"He's returned…"
"He's not ready…"
Shoto's elemental power surged suddenly, sparking around his shoulders. The wind around him whipped into a frenzy.
Elizabeth's hair flew back, her eyes glowing faintly.
"We have to go," she said. "Now."
But Shoto didn't move.
Because in the air around the spire… something was forming.
Not a shadow.
A face.
His own.
Twisted. Feral. Laughing.