Galaad took a deep breath, looking at Damaris. "Damaris," he began softly, "when the Damaris of the alternate reality died, her fate became aligned with the unyielding logic of the golden chains. They demanded compensation, and that compensation was your disappearance. The sphere's imposition of reality made that inevitable."
Damaris listened in silence, her eyes fixed on Galaad as he continued. "But there was still something left… your soul. Before the alternate reality fully took hold, your essence, your soul, detached itself from this world. A soul without a body, floating between dimensions. That's where my role became crucial."
Galaad smiled with undisguised pride, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I managed to give your soul a body, a new body, free from all the constraints of the past. Free from the imposition of the reality of the chains and the sphere."
