Back on Phaedos, the White Tiger Coin hovered in containment, its glow soft but alive.

  Saba floated beside it, silent.

  Billy stood nearby, studying the readings. “It’s… adapting. Like it’s learning.”

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  Trini entered quietly, her armor repaired but still scuffed. She watched the Coin pulse, calm and even.

  “You think it’ll ever choose someone?” she asked.

  Billy smiled faintly. “Maybe it already has. Maybe it’s waiting for the right reason.”

  Saba’s eyes gleamed. “The White does not seek the strongest… only the purest.”

  Outside, a pale storm rolled across the Phaedos sky — not red this time, but silver-white.

  And somewhere beyond the stars, the Crimson General prepared for war.