"Ring of Chaos: Creation."
The word "Dad" slipped softly from her lips, but it echoed in the Deva Overlord's mind like a thunderclap. His eyes widened, his breath catching as he struggled to process the reality in front of him. This wasn't a trick or a dream—his daughter was alive. Truly alive. Trembling, he stumbled forward, reaching out as though afraid she might vanish at the slightest touch.
His daughter's eyes, once so distant and lifeless, now glowed with a warmth and brightness that reminded him of her childhood—those days when she had laughed, clinging to him with boundless energy. Now, that vitality had returned, but it was transformed into something far more profound. She looked at him, her face softened with a gentle smile, her expression serene yet touched with confusion, as if adjusting to the life coursing through her veins. Her gaze met his, and for a moment, they simply looked at each other, two souls connected across a chasm of loss and longing.