Neither moved.
The silence stretched between them, heavy with three years of unspoken questions and unresolved history.
Finally, Amara broke the stillness, her voice carrying emotions that ranged from disbelief to desperate hope.
"You... you're alive. After three years in this nightmare, you survived."
Rey remained cautious, his enhanced perception analyzing her mystical signature while calculating optimal responses.
Amara had grown significantly stronger—her triple Art affinities radiated power approaching Devil-tier threshold, her equipment suggested Category S classification, and her presence here indicated she'd somehow survived descent into the Labyrinth's depths.
She was dangerous now in ways she hadn't been so many years ago.
"I survived," Rey confirmed simply, his tone neutral. "The Labyrinth is hostile, but not insurmountable for those who adapt."
Amara's expression shifted through multiple emotions—relief, joy, confusion, and something approaching desperation.
