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Rias found Kaelthar standing alone on the balcony outside her room, the late afternoon sun washing him in soft gold. He looked calm, but there was a faint tension in his shoulders—subtle, almost invisible, but she'd learned to read him well enough to notice.
She stepped closer. "Kael… I spoke with Nii-sama."
He didn't turn yet. "Mm. And what did he say?"
Rias hesitated, remembering Sirzechs's expression when she asked him privately earlier. Her brother, normally unshakable, had looked unsettled—no, shaken. She'd never seen that in him. Not even during the worst parts of the civil war.
"He said… he couldn't sense your full power." Rias frowned slightly. "He said it felt like trying to see the bottom of a black ocean. No matter how deep he reached, he couldn't find anything solid—only pressure." She swallowed softly. "He said being near you felt like the world itself was… bowing."
Kaelthar exhaled slowly, a light amused breath leaving him. "Sirzechs is perceptive. More than most." He finally glanced at her, his eyes warm. "But he's looking in places where my existence no longer fits."
Rias stepped beside him, leaning on the railing. "Kael… what exactly did he feel from you?"
"Suppression," Kaelthar answered simply. "Race suppression, instinctive and old. Something devils forgot existed."
Rias blinked, startled. "Old? How old?"
Kaelthar's gaze drifted upward to the sky—calm blue, clear, untouched. But something in his eyes said he wasn't looking at the sky at all.
Before she could ask more, the air shifted.
A ripple—silent, soundless, yet powerful enough to graze the edge of reality itself. It was as if a faint tremor passed through all of creation, brushing against the soul instead of the skin. Rias stiffened, her instincts immediately flaring.
"What… was that?" she whispered.
Kaelthar didn't answer at first. His eyes narrowed slightly, as though focusing on something impossibly distant. A wind stirred, though the air had been still a second ago. The light around them dimmed just a little, not from clouds—but from something far beyond this universe momentarily brushing against it.
Rias's heart thudded. "Kaelthar?"
He didn't move.
His senses stretched far—farther than this world, farther than this universe, and then farther still. Across countless worlds, through layers of dimension, across the bleeding edge of the multiverse.
And then—
He felt it.
A presence.
Faint but unmistakable.
An energy like rolling shadow, drifting through the endless sea between multiverses. Ageless. Unbound. Quiet, but sharp enough to cut through eternity. Something that moved not like a threat, but like a memory carried on cosmic tides.
Rias saw Kaelthar's eyes change—soften with recognition, sharpen with something like nostalgia, then warm with a smile she'd never seen from him before. A real smile. Gentle, reverent even.
"Kaelthar… what's wrong?" Rias asked, voice low but steady, trying not to disturb whatever moment he was caught in.
He exhaled—slow, deep, almost relieved.
"So… you are alive." His voice was little more than a whisper, but it carried weight, as if spoken not to the air but across endless distances. "My old friend."
Rias felt her breath catch. "Friend? From… where?"
Kaelthar lowered his eyes, still smiling faintly.
"From before this universe was even born," he said quietly.
The wind shifted again, gentler this time, as if acknowledging something. Rias wasn't sure if it came from the world or from Kaelthar himself.
She grabbed his arm softly. "Kaelthar… who was that presence?"
He looked at her, the distant heaviness in his gaze settling back into the warm, steady look she knew. He brushed a thumb across her knuckles softly.
"A survivor," he murmured. "One of the very few who walked with me in the beginning."
Rias felt chills. "Beginning… as in—"
"Exactly what you're thinking." His tone was calm, but something deeper inside him felt different now—more awake, more aware. "Someone who shouldn't exist anymore."
He looked back out to the sky, though he wasn't seeing this world at all.
"And yet," he whispered, "he's still wandering the multiversal sea."
Rias leaned closer. "Is he dangerous?"
Kaelthar shook his head. "Not to me."
"To us?" she pressed.
A small smile touched his lips. "That depends on whether he remembers the same past I do."
He turned to her fully then, taking her hand.
"Rias," he said softly, "I won't let anything harm you. Not from this universe, and not from any other."
Her face softened. "I know."
She rested her forehead against his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around her waist, grounding her amidst the strange, heavy tension still lingering in the air.
But even while holding her, Kaelthar's gaze drifted once more toward the horizon—toward the unseen, immeasurable expanse of the multiverse.
He felt the presence fading, slipping back into the distant currents of creation like a shadow swallowed by night.
And yet, he could still feel the echo.
A connection pulling faintly—old, familiar, almost forgotten.
He murmured again, quieter this time but still with the same warmth.
"Still alive… after all this time." His eyes narrowed slightly, more curious now than nostalgic. "Then the game isn't over, is it?"
Rias looked up at him. "Kael… what's coming?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he looked down at her, brushing a strand of crimson hair from her face.
"Nothing for now," he said gently. "But when the time comes, I'll tell you everything. Until then, enjoy the peace we have."
She nodded slowly, trusting him despite the tremor still lingering in her chest.
Kaelthar lifted her chin lightly, giving her a small, reassuring smile.
"Don't worry," he said softly. "If that presence wanted to break the multiverse, it would have done so long before now."
Rias blinked. "…That's not comforting."
Kaelthar chuckled, actually amused. "Then I'll give you something better."
He kissed her forehead, tender and grounding.
Rias closed her eyes, letting her heartbeat settle.
The strange energy in the air slowly faded, reality smoothing itself back into place.
But Kaelthar knew the truth.
A door that had been silent for eons had just opened a crack.
And someone standing in the dark beyond had finally stirred.
For the first time in a very, very long time.
Kaelthar's smile returned—calm, warm, but unmistakably sharpened at the edges.
"My friend," he whispered into the wind, "if you're truly alive… then the multiverse is about to become interesting again."
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