Minx… who or what was she, really?
That was the question that lingered in Ash's mind, one he couldn't answer—at least not with the truth.
The Lord of Gifts, the Treasury of Existence… by now, those titles felt like nothing more than hollow labels.
And what were names, anyway?
In Pantheos, they carried weight and power, especially when it came to Star Names.
But beyond that realm, names were fickle, meaningless.
What truly held significance was the title a person bore—not something handed down or shaped by outside forces, but something forged through their own actions and achievements.
Just like the Lord of Alchemy, the Ancestor Seeker, and others of their kind.
"Are you going to thank our lovely Aurora for helping?" Elysia teased, noticing the smile slowly forming on Ash's face.
The conclusions he'd reached weren't just from reading but were also shaped by Aurora's actions.
"Well, I have the perfect gift in mind~" he said with a chuckle, glancing at his status notification.
