I didn't know you could cry in water.
But her tears still reached me.
The Sealed Matron held my face in the glowing pool—forehead to forehead, breath to breath. No system. No shrine walls. Just memory made flesh, and history bleeding through every touch.
"You were mine once," she whispered. "Before the gods rewrote us."
Her lips brushed mine.
Not a kiss.
A question.
Would I still choose her? Even now?
The system flickered.
[Memory Sync Threshold – 100%]
[Warning: Divine Reclamation Attempt Detected]
[Anchor Trait: Resisting…]
"I never stopped choosing you," I said.
She smiled.
And the glyphs shattered.
The pool erupted into weightless light, glyphs orbiting us like torn constellations. Every ripple pulled ancient bond-lines to the surface—threads of time and vow and soul. Threads that should've been erased.
And then she pulled me closer.
Her gown melted between us.
Spirit? Mortal? Divine?
It didn't matter.
Not anymore.
