Shimo and Doraibu stared at the strange man in front of them.
Doraibu raised a brow, pointing up at the sky.
"…The Heavens? You mean *up there?"
Serio nodded calmly, his hands behind his back.
"Yes. There is no time to waste—we're going now."
Shimo stepped slightly in front of Doraibu, her eyes sharp.
"And why should we trust you? For all we know, you could be an enemy."
Doraibu nodded.
"Yeah. You just crashed in front of our dojo and started talking about the Heavens. That's not suspicious at all."
Serio sighed lightly.
"If I were your enemy…" he said, his voice calm but firm, "…you would already be dead."
Silence.
Shimo's expression didn't change, but she felt it—the difference in power between them.
Serio continued,
"The only reason I'm here… is because Kori asked me to bring you."
Both of them froze.
"KORI?!" they shouted at the same time.
Serio nodded.
"Yes. I'll explain everything on the way."
Without another word, he raised his hand and began chanting softly.
A beam of pure light descended from the sky, surrounding all three of them.
Doraibu looked around in shock as his body began to lift.
"YO—WAIT—WE'RE ACTUALLY GOING?!"
Shimo clenched her fists as they rose higher and higher.
"…Kori… what did you get yourself into?"
The light shot upward—straight toward the Heavens.
Spiral Temple – Supira
Far away, Supira stood outside the Castle of Spirals, the book still in his hand.
The words echoed in his mind:
"All growth follows a path unseen.
Not chaos… but proportion.
Not randomness… but design."
Supira exhaled slowly.
…What does that even mean…"
He looked at his hand, then clenched it slightly.
"My spirals are perfect… aren't they?"
His voice was uncertain.
"…Ever since I got my Nexus… I've been losing control."
He sighed, lowering the book.
But then—
Something changed.
The carvings beneath his feet began to shift.
Not physically.
But… perceptibly.
The spirals etched into the ground deepened, their curves catching a strange golden light.
Supira's eyes widened.
"…What…?"
He slowly knelt down and placed his hand on the carving.
The moment he touched it—
A faint golden glow traced the spiral beneath him.
Slowly.
Calmly.
Measured.
Supira's breath caught.
The energy didn't feel wild.
It didn't feel unstable.
It felt… *right*.
He quickly flipped through the book again, stopping at a single line:
"The key is not force… but ratio."
"…Ratio…"
The word lingered in his mind.
Then—
Something clicked.
Supira raised his hand.
Spiral energy formed in his palm.
At first—
It was unstable.
Shaking.
Breaking apart.
But this time…
He didn't force it.
He didn't try to control it.
He just… observed.
"…Let it exist…"
The spiral expanded—
Then collapsed.
Wrong.
He adjusted.
Slightly.
Not with strength.
But with understanding.
Another spiral formed.
Slower.
Each curve more deliberate than the last.
Supira's breathing synced with it.
In… as it expanded.
Out… as it curved.
Again.
And again.
The spiral grew.
One loop.
Then another.
Then another.
Each one larger—
But not random.
There was a pattern.
A rhythm.
A relationship.
A number—
No…
A feeling.
Supira's eyes snapped open.
Golden light flickered within them.
"…This is it."
The spiral in his hand stabilized.
Perfectly.
No flicker.
No distortion.
No collapse.
Just a smooth, continuous expansion.
Each loop perfectly proportioned to the last.
The entire temple reacted.
Every spiral carving lit up in golden light.
Walls.
Pillars.
Ceiling.
Everything pulsed with quiet, radiant energy.
Supira slowly stood.
The spiral in his hand expanded outward, growing larger without losing its form.
"I wasn't out of control…"
His voice was calm now.
Grounded.
"I was… incomplete."
He extended his hand.
The spiral floated away from him, hovering in the air.
Expanding.
Growing.
Perfect.
Everything it touched aligned.
Dust shifted into curved paths.
Loose stones moved into place.
Even the light bent—following its flow.
Supira watched in awe.
"…So this is what it means."
He looked back at the book one last time.
Then closed it.
"The Golden Ratio…"
The words felt different now.
Not something he read.
Something he *understood*.
The spiral expanded one final time—
Then dissolved into countless strands of golden light that flowed back into his body.
The temple fell silent.
But it was no longer empty.
Supira turned toward the exit.
His steps were steady.
Measured.
Every movement precise.
"…Now I can control it."
A faint golden spiral flickered in his eye—
Perfect.
And then—
He walked out of the temple.
End of Chapter