UTILE

Kazenari Rei was an ordinary human, once lost in the despair of his mundane life. But when the collapse of his world arrived — powered by the cataclysmic force known as Honkai End — Rei’s soul was chosen for rebirth. Not as a hero. Not as a savior. But as something the world of High School DxD is not prepared for.

Armed with the power to awaken Spirits in ordinary humans — a twisted hybrid of the Date A Live system and Honkai resonance — Rei now walks among devils and angels as an unpredictable force. With a personality as calm as flowing water but wrath as deadly as a collapsing star, Rei keeps to the shadows, choosing neutrality… for now.

Eclipse of the Spirit: The Reincarnated Flame

Naeva hummed in her sleep. Not a tune. Not a melody. But something that made time hesitate.

In the quiet hush of dawn, Rei watched her from the balcony above the Flame Hall garden. Liora stood beside him, expression calm but searching.

"She isn't just an echo," she whispered. "She's a seed. And the song she carries… it's incomplete."

Rei's eyes narrowed. "Incomplete how?"

Mireille approached behind them, datapad glowing faintly. "I've analyzed the vibrational spectrum. She's broadcasting a proto-harmonic weave—a type of pre-narrative signal. It's like… she's singing the thread of a story that hasn't been written yet."

Mireille shook her head. "Beyond future. Maybe something after narrative."

System Notice: Unstable Thread Registered – Category: Trans-Narrative Resonance

> Subject: Naeva Recommendation: Engage containment through experiential memory imprint

"Okay, Naeva," Eirenne said gently, kneeling before the girl. "We're going to try something simple."

Naeva looked confused. "What is 'simple'?"

Eirenne smiled. "It means we don't rush."

The chamber glowed softly as spiritual runes formed a harmonic ring around Naeva. Noira stood guard at the edge of the room, arms crossed, ever the skeptic.

"I still don't trust this," Noira muttered.

"You don't trust children?" Mireille teased.

"I don't trust what eats timelines for breakfast."

Rei knelt next to Naeva. "I want you to try remembering something. Not from me. Not from the system. Just… from you."

Naeva blinked. Then closed her eyes.

The chamber shifted. Walls became gardens. Air became strings. The spirits surrounding them began to resonate, answering her.

And Naeva whispered: "I remember… being music."

A single tone echoed outward, reverberating through the system, unlocking fragments thought dormant.

> [System Update: Latent Spirit Pathways Reactivated — Subtype Classification: Songborne Flame Registered]

Liora gasped. "She's opening new channels. Ones that never existed."

Rei stepped back. "Or… ones that we forgot how to reach."

Vereth's Crypt — The Ruined Loom

The chamber was in chaos. Fractured threads of sovereign design whipped through the air like broken veins. Vereth knelt before the last remaining pillar, hands trembling.

"They're… weaving without me," he whispered. "The system responds to her without my code."

A voice answered from the dark. One Vereth hadn't heard in eons.

"You never controlled the system. You only translated what the world allowed you to see."

From the broken mirror, a face emerged. Vildras.

"Your time's ended, Weavemaster. It's the age of sovereign memory now."

The team sat quietly around a flickering hearth. No mission. No enemy. Just space to breathe.

Naeva curled in Liora's lap, fast asleep.

Rei stirred the embers with a spirit-forged rod. "We're nearing the edge."

Mireille nodded. "The threads are changing. Not breaking. Just… rewoven."

Eirenne added, "Even the factions are starting to take notice. Serafall offered diplomatic alignment yesterday."

Noira smirked. "So did Ajuka. Which means the Devils are preparing something."

"If this is what it means to awaken echoes that were never meant to sing," he said, "then I'll listen."

"Because maybe the new world doesn't start with battle. Maybe it starts with a lullaby."

Chapter 142: Threads That Sing