The Pulse is interrupted.

The world took on an amethyst hue, cracks forming in reality. Byleth’s room became distorted as though reflected in a broken mirror before the pieces split and were violently cast away.

The room darkened, only the glow of moonlight visible illuminating it. Byleth blinked. She still felt cold. Wet. Defiled… A gnawing dread came upon her and she shut her eyes quickly, clenching them shut as hard as she could.

“No, no, no, please, no…!” she whispered pleadingly, but was unable to ignore the lingering scent.

She opened her eyes and confirmed what she was dreading:

She was still naked, cum leaking out of her, and her lower body was bathed in a red light that radiated from Kostas’ Crest.

Byleth’s breath caught in her throat and she could already feel her cheeks becoming heated, tears starting well within her eyes.

“No, this needs to work!"

Again, the world faded into a purple tone as Byleth once again calls on the Divine Pulse. Although, once again, it shatters back to reveal an awful, unchanged room.

“Sothis!” Byleth called out, both in mind and voice.

A faint spark filled the center of the room, immediately followed by the green-haired woman flashing into being. She hovered elegantly above the floor, as though lounging on an invisible piece of furniture. Despite her radiant aura, the rest of the room remained darkened, seemingly unaffected by her brilliance. She drifted closer, her brow now furrowed. Gone was the anger she had expressed earlier however, replaced now with concern and worry as she studied the now-faded mark.

“For my power to be prevented like this…” she said, face now level with the mark. “…is most vexing.”

Prevented!? Byleth thought. But that means…!

“This must work, Sothis. What happened here tonight cannot be allowed to persist!”

Byleth watched Sothis, expecting some kind of answer or reassurance. However, even after pulling back and folding her arms, she simply floated in place, looking on in thought.

“You can do still do something, right? Sothis?!”

“Be quiet!” She snapped, “I require silence…”

Byleth grew quiet, the ramifications of this unyielding reality now sinking in: If what that man had said is true… everything he described will come to pass: Her belly will swell with his child. The students will slowly start to notice and gossip about who planted their seed within her. Then, eventually, they’d learn the horrid truth: That she belonged to that appalling man - that she was bound to him. To the end of days.