"I choose you."
The next to speak was Pisces.
The fish-looking Constellation remained in their glossy bubble as they picked their candidate by staring right in their direction.
This time, the one chosen was Beruel.
"I am honored." The Fairy bowed his head slightly and spoke courteously.
He had not expected himself to be chosen at all by a Constellation, and so early too. He always thought he would be among the leftovers, considering his lacking abilities.
But now… having being noticed and selected by a boundless entity, he felt genuine relief and satisfaction.
Pisces said no further, stepping back until the next Constellation took their place.
Thus far, eight out of the twelve Constellations already had their Hosts—or potential Hosts—chosen.
The ones who remained were Ana, Lemi, Aurora, and Jerry.
As the four of them stood, waiting to be accepted or rejected by another Constellation, the next voice emerged.