Heirs of Terra

The chamber shuddered.

A sudden void ripped through the connection.

Endymion was gone.

Not just physically absent—his presence within the bond had vanished, leaving behind a hollow, frayed edge where he should have been.

Syaoran and Reiko felt it first, the way the energy around them shifted. A deep, instinctual pull from something ancient and powerful. Terra.

Tranquility clenched his fists. “This isn’t right. We need to fix this.”

“We don’t even know what’s happening,” Kunzite warned.

Clow’s expression was unreadable, but his magic was already weaving through the air, analyzing, measuring, searching.

“It’s not just the bond.” He turned to Syaoran and Reiko, gaze sharp. “It’s them.”

The realization settled like a heavy stone.

They were the core.

Terra’s presence had shifted everything. The bond was trying to correct itself.

Reiko took a slow breath. “Then we stabilize it.”

Syaoran nodded, stepping beside her. “We strengthen it.”

Yue moved closer, silver eyes filled with an emotion neither of them had spoken aloud yet. “Are you sure?”

A flicker of a smile crossed Syaoran’s lips. “It’s too late to turn back now.”

They joined hands.

The moment their palms touched, the bond roared to life.

Golden-green energy exploded outward, tendrils of power weaving through each member of the bond. The connection deepened, solidified, expanded.

It reached past the physical, beyond the magical—latching onto something else.

Something missing.

Something lost.

It found Endymion.

The magic dragged him back.

A violent crack split the air. Midnight-blue energy surged through the chamber.

And then—

Endymion collapsed onto the stone floor, gasping.

His eyes blazed with power he hadn’t possessed before. The bond had not just brought him back. It had changed him.

But he wasn’t the only one.

Because at the center of it all, surrounded by swirling energy, stood Terra.

Not just Syaoran. Not just Reiko.

But Terra in full.

And the world would never be the same.