A few seconds later, Vega opened her eyes with renewed clarity, her emotions now steadied, her earlier disappointment and uncertainty dissolved as though such things could no longer cling to her spirit. The storm within had passed, leaving behind an inner calm that radiated outward.
She exhaled deeply, as though expelling the heavy weight she had carried only moments before. Then, with a grace that seemed to command the very air, her smile returned, a smile so radiant it seemed capable of melting entire worlds, disarming in its warmth, irresistible in its purity.
Amara rose from her seat and walked toward her daughter once more. But this time, it was not to embrace Vega as she had earlier, but for a different purpose entirely. Reaching into Klaus's hand, Amara gently retrieved one of The Fateweaver's Charms.
