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

The wind shifted. It wasn't a breeze from the north or a current from the elemental zones. It was a pull from within. From the untreaded path Rei never dared illuminate.

He stood in the Shrine's innermost sanctum, a place untouched by any other spirit or sovereign. Even the fragments remained respectfully distant, watching from the perimeter.

Ten flames hovered behind Rei like a trailing constellation. They burned in harmonious cadence, no longer volatile, no longer isolated.

Mireille appeared behind him, her notebook clutched tightly. "It's not in the archives. Not even theorized. A sovereign flame… born of your own spirit?"

Rei turned. "Not just mine. Ours. Every fragment, every trial, every regret. All of it forged a choice."

Noira leaned against the arched entrance. "So what do you call a flame born from sovereignty and sorrow?"

Rei stepped forward. "I don't name it. I let it become."

The chamber darkened. No runes. No lights. Only the breath of possibility.

Rei closed his eyes. He summoned not power, but memory.

The fear of Thrael. The hope of Liora. The hunger of Nyssara. The arrogance of Veyra. The echo of a life never lived.

He breathed it in. And then— He let go.

> [Warning: Unknown Flame Architecture Initiated. No Template Match Found. Creating Sovereign Slot: X — Placeholder Title: Hollow Flame.]

The air trembled. Not violently. Not with wrath. But with acknowledgement.

A light emerged—dull at first, then soft like starlight reflected in forgotten water.

It took no form. And yet it existed. Unquestionable. Present.

> [Sovereign Flame Recognized: Unbound Origin — Classification: Null-Resonance Flame. Title Suggested: Eiros.] [Warning: This Flame Cannot Be Integrated — Will Exist Beside, Not Within. Unique Trait: Companion Core.]

Rei staggered. "It… speaks without speaking."

Karasu whispered, "Because this one isn't for control. It's to remind you who you were before all of this."

Eirenne stepped forward carefully. "You've forged something outside the system."

Rei exhaled. And Eiros floated at his side, silent, whole.

Vereth stared in horror as the Loom fractured beyond repair. His threads had once wrapped around every future, every probable divergence. But now, they split.

A thirteenth line—one he didn't weave. It shimmered in Eiros's light.

"No…" Vereth whispered. "You weren't meant to be possible."

The final fragment—Vildras—rose prematurely. A storm within a storm.

And somewhere, beyond time and flesh, something watched. Not a god. Not a demon. But an audience.

That night, Rei sat beside the river outside Flame Academy. Eiros floated beside him, reflecting the stars.

Mireille sat down with two mugs of tea. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've built something real," he replied. "And like something real is coming to test it."

Noira joined them, sitting back-to-back with him. "Whatever it is, we'll remind it who you are."

Rei sipped his tea. Then looked into Eiros.

"Let the world burn if it must. We'll still be singing."

Chapter 158: The Birth of Flame Eleven