Samael stood still beneath a pale canopy of green, framed by trees that she recognized, just not by the same scales that she used to witness from above.
The wind tasted of daylight. The leaves rustled with the faint hush of undisturbed nature—normal, living trees of Vaingall.
She stared at her hands first.
Humanoid in nature and appearance.
She was still an Exo Human.
The body shaped for her by the Genesis Core and Kivas's foolish defiance of death.
She was not the Endless Dragon anymore. At least not visibly.
But she was also not dead.
That much became clear quickly.
She extended her psyche inward, reaching for the familiar lattice embedded in her essence.
The response was immediate.
➤ 『WELL OF THE SOUL』
Every attribute, every skill, every thread of her progression was identical to what it had been before Zarangar Church consumed her.
Even the Genesis Core's aftershocks were intact. Her soul echoed with all the power and structure she'd earned.
