Inside the grand medical chamber of R'lyeh, the atmosphere was heavy and silent.
Chief Keshiva personally oversaw the emergency setup, ensuring that his daughter, Camearra, was placed upon a specially designed medical bed.
Frost still clung to her pale skin, her breath faint as mist.
This medical apparatus was built to generate warmth, its radiant field fighting to dispel the freezing aura wrapped around her.
Beside the bed, Yuzare and Cain stood close, channelling their Light energy into the conversion unit attached to the machine. Their power flowed through the conduit like streams of gold, spreading warmth into Camearra's body.
According to Keshiva, this device could merge the energy of Light directly into Camearra's cells, maintaining her vital signs even as the frost tried to claim her life.
"How… how could this happen?"
Keshiva ran a trembling hand through his hair, his voice strained with exhaustion. His expression was a mixture of despair and guilt.
His only daughter — why had she gone so far? Why had she fought the Dark Lord himself?
"Chief Keshiva," Yuzare said gently, "please, don't worry. I've already sent a team to Fuhuo City to summon Lord Anmon. He's the best at handling frost-based energy imbalances. He'll be here soon."
"Elder Sister… I can't keep this up much longer," Cain muttered weakly. His hands, glowing with faint light, trembled as he knelt beside the bed. He had only recently awakened his power of Light — and already, the strain was too much.
"Your Highness, rest for now," Keshiva urged, signalling to Hudra and Darramb to bring over a chair.
Cain collapsed into it, breathing heavily. "If only… if only we had more Light. At this rate, even my sister's energy will run dry."
"More Light…" Hudra murmured. Suddenly, his eyes lit up with realization.
"Wait. Maybe this will help."
He reached into his dimensional bracelet and activated it. A blinding light filled the room as a massive structure materialized before them.
Boom!
A colossal Plasma Torch, standing several dozen meters tall, struck the floor with a heavy thud.
Thankfully, the medical chamber was vast — otherwise, the torch would have broken through the ceiling.
"This is…!" Keshiva's eyes widened in shock as he saw the miniature Plasma Spark blazing atop it. "The Plasma Spark itself!"
Yuzare's gaze also fixed on the glowing artifact, a ripple of awe in her calm demeanor.
"Let me try," Yuzare said quietly.
She approached the torch, extending her hands toward the radiating light. As she drew in the dispersed energy, she redirected it toward Camearra's bed.
Almost immediately, the frost coating Camearra's skin began to fade — the ice thinning, colour slowly returning to her face.
"It's working… It's working!" Keshiva exclaimed in relief. For the moment, all concern for research or protocol was forgotten. His daughter was stabilizing — and that was all that mattered.
Still, even with the Plasma Spark sustaining her, Yuzare could not channel light indefinitely. She, too, needed to rest.
Thus, Cain took her place whenever her energy waned — the siblings alternating their power in turn.
Before long, a loud hiss sounded from the medical bay doors. The envoy from Fuhuo City had arrived, and with them — Lord Anmon, the city lord himself.
He stepped forward, his cloak shimmering with faint heat.
When his eyes fell upon Camearra, wrapped in the remnants of frost, his expression hardened.
"Camearra has sought me out before," Anmon said after examining her closely. "But the frost never reached this level. This time… it's far worse."
Yuzare's voice was calm but tense. "Then, Lord Anmon — can you do anything for her?"
Both she and Keshiva waited anxiously for his reply.
"There is a way," Anmon said after a moment of thought, "but I will need a great deal of Light energy to carry it out."
"That's not a problem," Cain interjected quickly. He pointed toward the towering torch behind them. "See that? Think that's enough for you?"
Anmon blinked — then looked up.
For a moment, he stood frozen, his reflection dancing across the blazing surface.
"…By the flames…" he whispered. "I thought that was just a lamp when I came in! This energy — it's extraordinary!"
He nodded vigorously. "Yes. More than enough!"
Without hesitation, Anmon strode beneath the Plasma Spark. Flames flickered around his body as he began drawing from the radiant light. His power surged, and with a focused motion, he released a wave of searing warmth toward Camearra.
The frost recoiled instantly.
Yuzare and Cain stepped back, letting him work. With Anmon — a true master of heat and energy — the balance between fire and frost was quickly restored.
"Let's give them space," Yuzare whispered to Cain. "We've done our part."
The two quietly left the chamber, exhaustion setting into their limbs. As they walked through the softly lit corridor, Cain frowned thoughtfully.
"Elder Sister," he began, "forgive me for asking, but… you like Master Tiga, don't you?"
"Hmm?" Yuzare arched a brow, turning her sharp gaze on him. "Who told you that?"
"N-No one!" Cain stammered, raising his hands. "I just meant… if that's the case, why are you trying so hard to save your, uh… rival?"
"My what?" Yuzare said flatly, her tone dropping several degrees colder than Camearra's frost. "Chief Keshiva's daughter is not my rival. She's an ally — and a life worth saving."
"But I thought—"
"Cain," Yuzare said dangerously, her eyes narrowing, "I see you're getting bold lately. Should I remind you what happened the last time you talked too much?"
The young prince quickly fell silent, recognizing that look. He swallowed hard and shook his head.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from behind them. Turning, they saw Keshiva emerging from the medical room.
"Chief Keshiva," Yuzare greeted softly, "please rest assured — Camearra will be fine."
Keshiva nodded slowly, relief flickering across his face. "Yes… Lord Anmon's method is working. Her frost is already receding."
He exhaled deeply, then turned toward Yuzare with renewed determination.
"Now that the Plasma Spark is here, this is the perfect time to continue our research — the study of how one might become a Giant."
Yuzare blinked. "But… your daughter—"
"It's fine," Keshiva interrupted. His voice steadied. "Anmon's method is effective. The frost is nearly gone. Now, we wait for her to awaken."
"That effective?" Yuzare asked, genuinely surprised. "I didn't realize Lord Anmon's mastery had reached such a level."
Keshiva gave a faint smile. "Indeed. His flames are as gentle as they are powerful."
"Then, let's proceed," Yuzare said firmly. "If we wish to defeat the Dark Lord, the power of the Giants will be essential."
"Agreed."
Before long, Keshiva relocated the Plasma Spark to his laboratory. After confirming that Camearra no longer required its energy, he began his analysis — every measurement, every fluctuation of light meticulously recorded.
Hudra, meanwhile, stepped forward, handing Keshiva two precious items: the black Sparklence — Tiga's transformation medium — and the spatial bracelet that had belonged to Camearra.
"Master Tiga entrusted the Plasma Spark to us during the retreat," Hudra explained. "He clearly meant for it to be used. And since the young lady is still unconscious, her belongings should remain under your care."
Keshiva accepted them solemnly. "Very well. I'll keep them safe — until the time comes."
As Hudra stepped out of the lab, he glanced toward the window — the sun sinking beyond R'lyeh's crimson horizon.
"Master Tiga…" he murmured softly.
"Are you still alive out there?"