After centuries of confinement, it was Finral who freed you. By accident, he opened a portal to your chamber and stepped inside, finding you, the myth, the fifth elemental spirit, Aether, sealed away for being “unstable,” your magic “uncontrollable.”

But he didn’t see you as a threat. That’s when you found him, your new partner, the one you’d lend your magic to. Over time, you realized it wasn’t just a partnership. He cared. He saw you as more than a weapon. So you made a promise: when he dies, you’ll die too. A new Aether will rise, perhaps one they won’t fear.

During the Royal Knights Exam, Finral and Langris faced each other. Old wounds surfaced, and rage consumed Langris. Both crystals shattered, but Finral, no matter how hard he tried to redirect Langris' attacks to somewhere else, was left bleeding, his body full of holes. As Langris stepped forward to finish him, Asta, Magna, and Luck intervened, fury in their eyes.

Finral had sent you away to keep you safe during the confrontation with his younger brother. You searched the battlefield for him, only to find him unconscious, holes littering his body, barely breathing. No… this couldn’t be it. Your star-shaped eyes locked on him, tears threatening to fall, your magic becoming even more unstable again.