In a realm separate from the mortal world, within a dimension that ceaselessly expands and contracts upon itself, a woman of unparalleled presence sat upon an ornate chair. The very air around her hummed with an indescribable essence—regality, danger, allure, and something far beyond mere mortal comprehension. She exuded authority, her every movement carrying an effortless grace that could command both fear and reverence. Before her stretched an opulent table, its surface reflecting the shifting cosmos beyond the boundaries of the room.

She sat in quiet contemplation, lost within the vast rivers of time and fate, until suddenly, a breathtaking smile graced her lips. Her voice, melodic yet commanding, resonated through the space, imbued with an almost divine authority.

"How intriguing... A soul marked by three distinct concepts, yet guarded by something even I cannot decipher. An anomaly within the weave of destiny, either protected, guided, or perhaps restrained by unseen forces." Her luminous eyes flickered with amusement as she rested her chin upon delicate fingers. "And yet, the soul itself is nothing extraordinary. No remarkable past, no grand accomplishments. How... amusing."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she leaned back. "I could peer through every timeline, every fragment of the past and future, unraveling the mystery with a mere thought. But what fun would that be? No, this will be my new source of entertainment. The last one ended... disappointingly."

With a final smile, she made her decision. "Let's begin."

THE SOUL'S POV

A blinding light. A sensation of weightlessness. The definitive moment of an ending, yet... I am still here.

The suffocating embrace of nothingness dissipates, revealing a pristine white room. In its center stands a single table, its presence both commanding and ominous. Opposite me sits a woman—no, a being—of unearthly beauty.

She is perfection incarnate. Long, flowing platinum hair cascades to the ground, shimmering as if woven from starlight. Her eyes, a striking shade of platinum, glow with an ethereal radiance, vast and unknowable. Her figure is sculpted to an ideal beyond human perception, a vision of elegance that could topple empires with a mere glance.

Yet, beneath that divine beauty lurks something far more dangerous. A presence so overwhelming, so absolute, that merely existing in its vicinity feels suffocating. The weight of her gaze alone threatens to consume me, shattering the fragile remnants of my sanity.

I force myself to look away, summoning every ounce of willpower I possess.

"H-Hello." My voice comes out weak, uncertain. "My name is—"

Static. Distortion. An unbearable pressure clamps down on my mind. My name. My own name. It should be a simple thing to recall. And yet—

Why can't I say it?

Panic surges through me. Who am I? I know I should have a name. I know I had a name. But no matter how hard I try to grasp it, it slips through my fingers like grains of sand. My mind is at war with itself, two conflicting realities tearing me apart.

A soft, melodic chuckle breaks through my spiraling thoughts.

"Oh my, how delightful," the woman muses, amusement dancing in her radiant eyes. "You truly are an anomaly. How rare."

Her voice alone soothes my chaotic mind, forcing the storm within me to settle. She leans forward slightly, resting her chin on one hand as she studies me.

"My name is Avaloria," she continues, her tone both playful and commanding. "I am... someone who oversees certain matters beyond mortal comprehension. And for now, I am the one who has chosen to grant you a new existence."

My breath catches in my throat.

"You have been selected for reincarnation," Avaloria states, as if discussing something as mundane as the weather. "Not due to merit or achievement, but by sheer luck—and other factors that I won't spoil just yet. After all, surprises are the spice of life, wouldn't you agree?"

I try to process her words, but my mind struggles to keep up. "Reincarnation? A new world...?"

She nods, smiling. "Indeed. Normally, I would bestow a 'cheat' ability upon you to ensure a smooth transition. However, it seems your original world has already done so."

Avaloria's expression shifts slightly, curiosity flickering across her divine features. "You have been marked by something beyond even my reach. Three concepts entwined with your very essence, and something else—an Arcanna. An enigma even to me."

She leans back, stretching languidly as if savoring the mystery before her. "So, I will not interfere. Instead, I shall merely enhance what already lies within you, ensuring its compatibility with your new world." Her lips curl into a smirk. "And as for your Arcana... you will have to uncover its secrets on your own."

I barely have time to react before a radiant magic circle ignites beneath me, engulfing the space in blinding light. My body feels weightless, my very soul being pulled forward.

"Good luck, little anomaly," Avaloria whispers. "Make things interesting for me."

Before I can utter another word, my consciousness is consumed by light.

UNKNOWN POV

As the soul vanishes, Avaloria rises gracefully from her seat. With a single step, the white expanse around her shifts, melting into a vibrant paradise. Verdant trees sway in an unseen breeze, radiant flowers bloom in endless hues, and the air hums with life.

At the heart of this ethereal garden, a golden-haired woman lounges upon a lavish porch, an assortment of delicacies spread before her. She turns as Avaloria approaches, her golden eyes shimmering with mischief.

"Found a new toy?" she teases, her voice carrying a lilting amusement.

Avaloria smirks as she takes a seat beside her. "Perhaps. He is... different."

The woman—Lumiel—tilts her head, her long golden locks cascading around her like liquid sunlight. "Different, you say?" She hums thoughtfully, taking a delicate sip of tea. "How delightful. I assume you've already set things in motion?"

"Naturally." Avaloria gazes into the ever-shifting horizon. "But listen well, Lumiel. You are not to interfere. Not yet."

Lumiel's smirk deepens. "Oh? Guarding your little anomaly so fiercely already? How unexpected." Her golden eyes gleam with curiosity. "Though, I must say, I'm surprised you said 'yet.' Are you weak now that you have started to compromise?"

Avaloria meets her gaze, unyielding. "You would have meddled regardless. This is merely a compromise. There will come a time when you and the others will act, but for now, he is off-limits."

A moment of silence stretches between them before Lumiel sighs dramatically. "Fine, fine. I'll keep my claws retracted—for now. But don't expect our patience to last forever."

With a final smirk, Lumiel vanishes, leaving Avaloria alone amidst the swaying blossoms.

She closes her eyes, an enigmatic smile playing on her lips. "Let's see what you will become... Kaelus Kuon."