A second magic circle ignited, flooding the space with radiant light. The intricate sigils shimmered with an otherworldly glow, pulsating as though breathing. Then, as swiftly as it had appeared, the brilliance dimmed, dissipating into the air like embers carried by the wind.
In its place, a woman now stood.
"Masaki," Yuuna addressed her, her voice steady yet imbued with an unmistakable warmth. "Have you been well since that day? I trust Kyouka's faction has provided you with proper care."
Masaki lifted her gaze, her expression unreadable. "Yes," she answered, her tone composed yet laced with something deeper—hesitation, perhaps. "Kyouka's faction has been welcoming. I have been well accommodated."
The words came smoothly, but there was a weight behind them. A burden she had not yet shed.
