The divine guardian who was retreating silently suddenly stood motionless, its towering figure half-shrouded in vapor, the great mane of frost surrounding its head flickering faintly like the last remnants of a dying star. For a long moment, it said nothing, only watching the small Ice Belle resting peacefully in Lucas's hands. Its massive eyes, once brimming with fury and divinity, softened into something solemn...something almost tender.
Finally, the guardian spoke, its voice deep and resonant, echoing across the frozen expanse like a hymn carried by the wind. It turned its gaze fully upon Lucas, and for the first time, the weight of its divine power felt gentle rather than crushing. "Human child," it said, "what you carry now is not a mere companion, nor a weapon, nor a token of pride. She is life itself...the last heir of an ancient lineage. Treat her with reverence, nurture her spirit, and she will awaken into her true self."
