Reon weakly pushed himself up, his entire body trembling. Every breath was labored, every movement a struggle.
And then—he saw them.
Cloudia and Little Tiger, drenched in his blood.
Yet, despite their exhaustion, despite their trembling bodies, they remained coiled around him, refusing to let him go.
They absorbed some of the pain he endured.
They had stayed by his side—
Even through his agony.
Even through the storm of power that had nearly consumed him.
His gaze lingered on Cloudia, and for a moment, his breath caught in his throat.
She looked… Different.
Her once silver fur now gleamed with a Golden Hue, shimmering like Divine Silk under the faint light.
Her single silver tail was gone.
Instead—
Two long, magnificent Golden Tails swayed gently behind her.
Her face, too, had transformed—no longer the same as before, but something Ethereal, something Divine.
She was Breathtaking.
She looked like a Celestial Fox Deity, descended from the Heavens themselves.
