Chapter 3147: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Sixteenth Echo: A River Flowing into a Sea of Memory

Slowly, hesitantly, the two beings reached out to one another.

Their forms, once distinct, began to merge, a river of light flowing into a sea of memory.

It was a sensation beyond any they had ever known, a feeling of perfect, complete, and utter belonging.

And in that union, they became something new.