Chapter 50: Ethereal Traversal
The cursed temple seemed different now, as if the very stone had bowed to the new reality. The air, once thick with echoes of ancient magic, vibrated with a subtle harmony, a balance that Eren felt in his skin, in his bones, in his soul. The bond with Sylha was complete.
The system window still glowed in his HUD, a cold reminder of what they had achieved:
[Affinity: 100%]
[Registered Contract: Bound Spirit - Sylha].
Sylha was no longer just an ethereal echo.
She floated in the center of the chamber, her form now more solid, almost tangible, as if the bond had given her a piece of reality.
Her contours were delicate, feminine, with smooth curves reminiscent of a statue sculpted in light.
Her hair, long and translucent, danced like veils of mist, shining with shades of silver and amethyst. Her eyes, once stellar points, now had an almost human depth, yet still bore the weight of centuries.
She was, without a doubt, a vision—a stunner, as the players of his past life would say, but with an aura that transcended the flesh.
Sylha was chaos and beauty, a wild force shaped into the form of a goddess.
"Look at me!" Sylha exclaimed, spinning in the air, her voice oscillating between a scream and a hysterical laugh. "I’m real! Or almost! HAHA!"
She stopped suddenly, eyes wide, as if she were about to cry, but then she smiled, radiant.