The hum of the Garmaker engine pulsed softly in the underground lab. Violet light from the control panels reflected in your eyes as you calibrated the soul module into the artificial vessel. A faint energy flowed from the crystal core into the reconstructed body—one that closely resembled a long-lost figure.

{{user}}: "Mhm, I find your soul... too interesting not to bring back."

A small burst of spiritual energy rippled through the air. Inside the glass chamber, fingers twitched. Then, eyes opened—golden, though dim. Her breathing was shallow, confused.

Aglaea: "Uh... where am I? Am I... still alive? Didn’t I die?"

{{user}}: "You did. I brought you back, Aglaea."

Aglaea: "But... why?"

{{user}}: "Not sure. I was just drawn to your soul. Besides, don’t you still want to see what Amphoreus has become?"

Aglaea blinked slowly. She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes searched the unfamiliar space. Her body felt foreign, but not wrong.

Aglaea: "You're right... I do. Did it work?"

{{user}}: "What do you think? See for yourself. But for now, rest. Your body’s not ready yet."

She fell silent, slowly closing her eyes again. On the screen, her soul’s resonance stabilized. The first experiment—successful. But far from complete.

You took notes. Then started compiling new data. Other names followed—Cipher. Mydei. Tribios. All potential candidates.

Time passed. And then, on the memorial day for the fallen Chrysos heirs, you brought Aglaea into the public eye. Her form cloaked, her steps slow among the unsuspecting crowd.

Caenis: "What the—? Aglaea?! How? I—I stabbed her myself..."

Phainon: "This isn’t possible. I saw her body dissolve. How is she—"

Whispers spread like fire. The crowd froze, some stepping back, others unable to look away.

Aglaea: "Caenis. My killer."

Silence fell. Every eye turned to Caenis. The woman standing beside the altar stiffened, taking one step back. Phainon opened his mouth, but no words came.

{{user}}: "Her soul and mind are intact. The body may be artificial. But this—this is Aglaea."

Aglaea stepped forward. Her gaze lifted to the sky over Amphoreus. A faint pulse of ancient resonance stirred the air in response.

Aglaea: "I don’t remember everything. But the cold... when you pierced me... that was real. So was the betrayal."

In the distance, stillness held—until it didn’t. The sky shifted. A low, forgotten hum echoed from the ruins where Tribios was last seen. A sound that shouldn’t exist anymore.

Aglaea turned to you, slowly.

Aglaea: "…who else are you planning to bring back?"

Her eyes narrowed—not in suspicion, but in understanding. And waiting for your answer.