Slowly, the last traces of white light faded away, leaving behind a quiet stillness that felt different from before, as if the entire Soul Vault itself was waiting for something to happen next.
For a brief moment, Snow remained motionless, her massive form steady as if she was adjusting to the changes within her body, her wings making a slight, natural movement, as though she was becoming aware of their presence one by one.
Then, her crimson eyes moved in a calm and deliberate manner, taking in the space around her before finally settling on the figure standing in front of her.
Ash.
There was a brief pause, a moment where her gaze lingered on him, as if trying to match what she saw with what she remembered, because the person standing before her had changed far too much to be recognized through appearance alone.
But recognition did not rely on sight.
It came from something deeper.
{Papa..?}
