Moonlight spilled softly across the quiet chamber, pale and unmoving, as if the night itself had slowed to listen. Untras stood beneath it with shaking shoulders, his strength finally giving way. He leaned forward, resting his head against Seuph's chest, breath breaking as tears soaked into her clothes.
"I learned all from sir Kraiton. He has a legendary power. But as him his son get his power too. But Clive got more powerful power. Because its not Lightech its ReLightech," Untras said, his voice heavy, trembling with frustration and grief.
Seuph stiffened slightly, her hand hovering before settling against his back. Her brows pulled together as confusion flickered across her face.
"So what is the problem?" Seuph asked.
Untras swallowed hard, his grip tightening as if holding himself together by force alone.
"Sir learned how to control his power from his sir. Who has the Shadark. Its a legendary power too. And it make the easy way for sir's master. But i... I dont have a legendary power. So..."
His words collapsed into silence. His breathing grew uneven, and the tears came harder. His shoulders shook openly now.
"Hey... Hey... Dont cry like a kid," Seuph said, her voice firm but not unkind, pressing her hand more solidly against him.
"I dont have a legendary power so i... I cant teach them. They have more powerful powers than us. Specially me... I am unable to teach them," Untras said, his voice cracking apart mid-sentence.
The weight of his words lingered between them. Seuph's gaze drifted away, the present slowly dissolving as memories flooded in.
When he joined Astro Opera, she had been so happy.
"When he joined Astro Opera. I was so happy. After that... Every fight..." Seuph murmured to herself.
Her mind filled with images—Untras dismantling and reassembling a spaceship with flawless precision, standing unshaken in battle with his Skyel blazing, smiling at her afterward as if victory had always been certain. In every memory, he stood strong.
"In every fight. In every moment you remember me... I have a vice lead. I am powerful too. Small grade never means weakness. Lead is a best grade. Lead is best. You never breaked yourself and this Astro Opera," Seuph whispered, barely louder than breath.
Untras slowly lifted his head, eyes red and unfocused. He looked at her, confused.
"What are you murmuring?" he asked.
"I am saying... You are perfact for them," Seuph replied without hesitation.
She placed both hands on his shoulders and shook him firmly, forcing him to face her fully.
"Wake up... Wake up... Never lost in dream. We can prepare this new era. But if you not. Never talk with me."
She turned away sharply, her words leaving no room for argument.
"Ok... Ok... We can," Untras said after a brief pause, his voice steadier than before.
Seuph turned back toward him, relief brightening her expression.
"Be confident like this. And look what you did."
She gestured to her chest, her shirt soaked with tears.
"See... You make me blush. You deserve a slap. But i am not like others that i have chance and i slapped you. Now wash your face. And give me time to change it."
Untras looked away, cheeks warming.
"Madam... You dont have the right to..." he said shyly.
"Yes i have. I am a girl yet. Now obey lead's command," Seuph said sharply.
"Ah... Yes madam," Untras replied instantly.
The moment broke as Seuph's mobile rang. She answered quickly.
"Madam... They are well now. We can intruduce them with newbies," Gio said from the other side.
"Ok. We'll intruduce them in practice ground," Seuph replied, ending the call.
She turned to Untras, already adjusting her clothes.
"Hey buddy. Since you are sick. I should train them."
"Thanks madam," Untras said, retreating toward the bathroom.
Classes passed in focused silence, discipline tightening with every lesson. By the time they reached the practice ground, new figures were already waiting.
"Hello everyone... How are you all?" Tio said with a bright smile.
"I think they will be good warriors," Yato added calmly.
"Ah... We should give them a chance to say," Dem muttered, clearly bored.
"We are good. And how are you seniors?" Yuni replied confidently.
"We are doing well now," Dem answered.
Training began immediately. Seuph's voice cut cleanly through the air as she guided them, correcting form and sharpening instincts. Days flowed into weeks. Every Code grew stronger. Control replaced instability. Discipline shaped raw power.
Every day, every hour, they grew more refined—step by step, preparing for what awaited them ahead.