Naval faced the Silence Crown, its dominion smothering every sound, turning flame into hollow gestures. Yet the dragon knight's will was fire incarnate. His blade hissed with molten fury, carving words into the silence. Each swing wasn't just steel—it was defiance, each strike a roar that couldn't be muted. The Crown's void stuttered, cracks spiderwebbing across its form as dragon-flame wrote sound back into the mute dominion.
Roselia stood within the illusions of Archive Glass, surrounded by false histories—worlds where Leon had failed, where their resonance had been erased. But her stars spun into constellations of truth, mapping memories the Glass could never forge. When the illusions tried to bury her, her cosmos only shone brighter, rewriting the sky itself until every false shard shattered under the gravity of her will.
