Weeks passed.
Then months.
Shin tended to me in silence using gentle Kai magic, herbs grown from extinct he found using his Devine abilities worlds, forbidden restorative rituals.
He never touched me longer than necessary.
Never spoke of what he'd sacrificed.
Yet when he thought I was asleep...
He watched me.
Lonely and Ancient.
A god who had lived millions of years enforcing balance without companionship.
And now He stayed with a mortal.
Not out of duty.
But something softer.
Something he did not name.
...
Elsewhere: Angels Speak
Far beyond causality, two Angels conversed
.
"The Ancient Saiyan escaped," one said calmly.
"As predicted."
"And the Kai?" another asked.
"A traitor," came the reply. "Emotionally compromised by a mere mortal monkey ."
Holographic constructs formed diagrams of Saiyan biology, ancient blood-memory, Tyrant Origin compression.
"Countermeasures are underway," the Angel continued.
"Authority nullification fields. Empathy collapse triggers. Anti-Zenkai zones."
Another file opened.
Shin — Status: Compromised Asset
"We will retrieve them both," the Angel concluded.
"Or just erase the timeline they hide in, I don't want to tarnish my hands with filfth."
....
Elsewhere.
I awoke half healed.
Stronger.
But still injured.
Shin stood nearby, quickly looking away when I opened my eyes.
"Rest," he said softly .
I nodded.
For a while...
.
Because beyond this forgotten world
The gods were preparing.
And when they found us,
They would not make the same mistake twice.
End of the chapter