(Place: Yuuta's Apartment Yard)
The apartment yard had fallen completely silent.
Yuuta remained seated beneath the open sky, his legs crossed and his eyes tightly closed. His breathing had become so slow and steady that he almost looked asleep. More than an hour had passed since he entered meditation, yet he hadn't spoken a single word.
Behind him, Isvarn sat with the patience of an ancient dragon.
One hand rested firmly against Yuuta's back, continuously guiding his consciousness toward the Soul Realm. Throughout the entire process, Isvarn never allowed his concentration to slip. Every change within Yuuta's body, no matter how small, was carefully observed.
Then...
Something changed.
A faint sensation suddenly traveled through Isvarn's palm.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
It wasn't mana.
It wasn't ordinary aura.
It was...
Something else.
Something strangely familiar.
