Tave and Panpan continued to fall as the bonding process unfolded, the vibrant green aura dancing wildly around them. Suspended midair, plummeting freely through the open sky, their forms seemed wrapped in that glowing light.
And around them, the demons that had been in relentless pursuit now swarmed closer, drawn to the light like moths flinging themselves toward an open flame.
Countless notifications flickered rapidly across Tave's vision. But none of them registered. His mind was too fractured, too stunned by the cascade of revelations, to process anything clearly. Everything was happening too fast, too violently, too impossibly.
Panpan… was Vanya Zylven. The crowned princess of the Dissidia Kingdom. The realization hit him with the force of a landslide.
It wasn't that the possibility had never entered his mind, especially not after witnessing the way Panpan moved, the way she held herself.
