“What’s half?” Rudra asked with a calm voice.

“Your circle,” Ray said.

Rudra, with a question mark over his face, asked, “What does that mean?”

“It means something is interpreted between you and your key.”

“Those threads, what were they?”

As Rudra lay there, feeling the surge of power pulse through his veins, he could sense the transformation happening—not just physically, but deep within his soul. The thing that had gone inside him, now embedded within him, hummed—burning brightly with an intensity that matched the newfound fire in his veins. He could feel the power of the unknown merging within him.

The crowd, still in shock, stared at him with a mixture of envy and fear. Their whispers had shifted once again, no longer about envy, but about something darker, something more uncertain.

“He’s… different,” one voice said, barely a whisper.

“The key didn’t merge into him completely, but he transformed.”

Ray asked, “Do you feel something? Something different?”

Rudra still laying on the ground

Rudra nodded. “Yes. Even if it’s not complete, the power I’m feeling is unimaginable.”

Ray raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re telling me you feel like a god now? You gonna start glowing and shoot lasers from your eyes?”

Rudra gave him a flat stare. “No. That’s your job, not mine.”

Ray chuckled. “Touche. But seriously, if you start flying or something, I’m claiming dibs on the first ride.”

Rudra’s eyes twinkled for a split second, but his tone remained steady. “Not if you’re the one flying straight into a wall.”

Ray laughed, but his curiosity won. “Do you know how many shards your key has?”

“No, I don’t. I couldn’t see anything because of that black fog wrapping around it... And that experience? I don’t want to have it again.”

“What experience? The wings and horns?”

“No. Not that,” Rudra said, his expression hardening.

Ray squinted at him, sensing it was a touchy subject. “Then what?”

“Never mind,” Rudra muttered.

Ray, trying to lighten the mood, asked, “What happened to your angelic horns? They’re not there anymore.”

Rudra paused, lost in thought. “They started disappearing when that blade went into my chest.”

Ray chuckled nervously. “Ah, so it wasn’t the wings this time. Guess you’ve got another fashion statement now.”

Rudra gave him a dry look. “Maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with appearances, you’d know that power doesn’t need wings to look good.”

Ray raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying, you look like you’re auditioning for the next celestial fashion show.”

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Rudra smirked but said nothing as Ray continued his probing. “Then why do you still have the wings?”

Rudra shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t get it either.”

The aftermath was a blur of hushed voices, concerned faces, and the lingering scent of blood. Rudra lay on the ground, his body perfectly alright, but his mind reeling from the cataclysmic events. The angelic wings, a grotesque testament to the power surging within him, felt heavy, alien appendages. The incomplete Circle of Acceptance on his forearm throbbed faintly, a constant reminder of the unresolved conflict within.

Ray with a serious face etched with worry, knelt beside him, his hand gently resting on Rudra’s arm. “Are you alright?”

Rudra flashed him a small smile. “If I’m not alright now, then when was I? I feel like I’ve been reborn in a new body.”

Rudra didn’t answer immediately, his gaze drifting. “It’s the first time I’ve felt this much power. This is completely different from my old frail body.”

Ray nodded slowly. “Got it. So, you’re not just going to fly off into the sunset, huh?”

Rudra gave him a deadpan look. “If I did that, you’d probably just fall out of the sky.”

Ray gave him a playful shove. “Hey! No need to ruin my fantasy. You know, I’d actually love to see you glow or something for once.”

The crowd began to settle down, their unease still lingering on their faces as the time passed. Even amidst Rudra’s brutal experience, the keys were still choosing their owners. Whispers stirred once again, this time centered around a girl named Luna, who had just been chosen by a key.

The key moved slowly his eyes where looking at Luna as it was getting closer and close then the key stood just 10cm tall, its skin faintly glowing with an ethereal light. Large, onyx eyes gleamed with intelligence, and long, pointed ears twitched at every sound. Two delicate, shimmering wings sprouted from its back, translucent and gossamer-like, allowing it to glide effortlessly through the air. Its tiny form was draped in woven petals and leaves the key was like a graceful guardian of hidden realms, exuding quiet power and mystery despite its size as it got closer it waited and after a moment it landed on the Luna hand

Shining bright as the sun when the bright light was gone then reveling it's No.of shards on its stone within its forehead

As it appeared on its forehead everyone was at that place looking at it was shocked there faces was telling everything

It was an 10 sharded stone as called as an

”. Anglelarva “

The moment the shimmering key touched Luna’s hand and revealed it's shards a sharp intake of breath rippled through the crowd. It felt as if they where frozen by envy their eyes fixated on the tiny, glowing figure resting so delicately on her palm. The air buzzed with anticipation and disbelief, and whispers began to stir—soft, anxious murmurs from every corner.

"Did you see that? It chose her..”

"Impossible. The key... it has 10 sharde

Luna’s fingers tightened around the key, her heart racing. The whispers seemed to grow louder, sharper, until it felt like the entire croud was speaking in unison, questioning, speculating. They had all seen the key’s bright shine, its ethereal glow—but none had ever seen it reveal such a powerful relic.

The key’s light began to fade, its brilliant glow dimming slowly, until it revealed the stone embedded in its forehead—an intricate, glowing shard pattern that pulsed with an otherworldly energy.

"Ten shards," someone gasped, their voice trembling with awe. "That... that's an Anglelarva

The murmurs shifted into envy, jealousy lacing the voices of those who had dreamed of being chosen by the key, and now saw it given to someone else

As the stone settled within her, the whispers became frantic, urgent.

The crowd parted, their envy still rippling beneath the surface, but fear was creeping in too Suddenly, two keys began to shift, their movements subtle yet undeniable. The crowd’s attention, still fixed on Luna and the newly revealed Angelvarla, snapped away as the keys moved toward two familiar figures—Vidar and Ray. The air around them seemed to grow heavier with anticipation, all eyes now turned toward the unfolding spectacle.

As the keys made their way forward, their appearances were strikingly similar yet distinctly different, a testament to the uniqueness of the power they bestowed.

The key that was moving towards Vidar was like an a tiny 10 cm-tall creature stands, resembling a delicate,miniature centaur,

Its smooth, pale body glows softly, and its antlers, spiraling like fine ivory, give it an air of mystery and grace. Flowing, lace-like garments drape around it, shimmering faintly as they catch the light.

Its emerald-green eyes seem to hold ancient wisdom, calm yet powerful, while its presence feels both fragile and majestic. Surrounding by , the forest like energy fades into a soft blur, with sunlight streaming through the trees, casting a gentle glow on its tiny form. Though small, the creature feels like a guardian of the forest, radiating quiet magic and beauty.

And then, there was Ray’s key.

A striking 10 cm-tall being stood with an air of elegance and strength. Resembling humans He had four arms moving with fluid precision, each movement as graceful as it was purposeful. He scanned his surroundings with calm intensity With his Four golden eyes, glowing like molten metal, , giving him an aura of quiet authority.

His flawless skin seemed to glimmer faintly under the sun light, adding to his ethereal beauty. On the left side of his belts strapped to his wrists rested two finely crafted blades, their polished edges gleaming sharply. Though small, his presence was commanding—a blend of otherworldly grace and latent power, like a warrior forged from light and shadow.

The crowd watched, breathless, as the keys hovered around Vidar and Ray, neither possessing wings nor any other obvious sign of power. It was a moment of quiet tension.

First, the key hovering over Vidar began to circle him, its delicate form dancing around him in an almost affectionate manner. Then, with a grace that seemed to defy logic, it landed gently on his shoulder. The crowd let out a collective gasp as the key’s radiant light began to dim, slowly but surely.

And as the light faded, the shards embedded within the key’s forehead were revealed.

Twelve shards.

A stunned silence fell over the crowd. Whispers began to ripple through the air.

“Twelve shards…”

“What does that mean?”

The answer seemed clear yet unspoken. Vidar didn’t belong fully to Angelarva ,nor did he belong to Archangellarva. He was something between, a being who straddled the delicate line between two worlds.

The murmurs grew louder, a blend of confusion. A being with twelve shards was unprecedented—an anomaly between the angelic and the archangelic. He was neither fully one nor the other, a being of balance, of duality, embodying the power of both but never truly aligning with either.

As the whispers began to die down, the focus shifted back to Ray’s key. The bright light surrounding it began to fade, the intensity dimming as the air grew thick with expectation. Every person in the crowd held their breath, eyes locked on Ray’s key, waiting for the truth to be revealed.

The light finally faded, leaving the key’s forehead exposed for all to see.

And there it was—the key that everyone had dreamt of. The key that everyone had hoped for.

Fourteen shards.

The Archangellarva.

The revelation hit the crowd like a thunderclap, the intensity of the moment crashing into them with unstoppable force.

A murmur of disbelief passed through the people, their gazes locked on the shining, flawless stone embedded within the key. Fourteen shards meant power beyond comprehension—an Archangellarva was no mere legend, To possess such a key meant to stand at the very top of the hierarchy—above the rest, above the half of the humans

Ray’s eyes flickered with something approaching pride, though his expression remained calm. But deep inside, a fire was beginning to burn