Within Orion's Sea of Consciousness, the World Tree Sapling, having diligently shared its essence with the wounded world, gradually calmed down its radiance, its brilliance slowing into a steady glow.
Orion's soul silhouette had fully shaped into a clear form mirroring his physical body. He felt every sensation acutely during this time—the stabilizing mana of the environment, the rhythmic breathing of the now-healed world, and the gentle hum of his completed breakthrough.
Slowly, Orion opened his eyes. They shimmered momentarily with wisdom and serenity before returning to their usual dual-colored brilliance.
His gaze swept across the scene before him: a vast, kneeling crowd that stretched as far as he could see. Countless Lionkin and Tigerkin, warriors and commoners who came to fight alike, knelt reverently, their faces showing deep respect and heartfelt gratitude.
