Saphielle stood still, the strange artifact now resting on her face—those plain, unremarkable glasses that Noah had insisted on.
Noah let out a slow breath. "Phew… looks like it worked. Well, now we wait. I had to replay everything that happened today for her... and damn, it was a long day. Now that I think about it, way too long."
He glanced at Saphielle again.
"It actually makes her look hot, I knew it."
Her body didn't move, her eyes behind the lenses blank. There was no reaction—just stillness.
With a sigh, Noah approached her and gently lowered her to the floor, positioning her so that her head rested on his lap. His fingers brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead.
"Don't make me regret this," he muttered.
Silence settled over the ritual chamber. The air was thick with faint traces of burnt incense and old magic. The Hollow Echo remained dormant atop the sealed coffin, radiating no power now that it had no one to wield it.
