The fourth differentiation.

It means the first step towards True Humanhood.

It is the point where a matured Seed becomes more than a copy of my own Seed.

Where it becomes individual.

I see not the reason.

What if they become individual?

All those who become so shall be locked in spiritual forms, slumbering or living separately from the world, unable to interact with it until they have a use for Tiphoon.

Useless.

Only paws of a planetary god.

And even if they don’t become such, if for some reason Tiphoon doesn’t do the same as Gaia and send them away, they would become something like Ichia and Irs.

Should I even do it?

Why should I condemn those things to the same fate as my own?

I hesitated for a moment.

The Seeds stopped receiving nourishment, and some began to turn black. They were being eroded by magic decay.

Still, I remembered Gaia. Its embrace.

What if they die and keep dead, until they have a use ?

What if they become like me?

I do not know my fate, once Mother takes me back in.

All I desire is to be with Mother.

Maybe there is something else.

Maybe there is a reason for all of this.

-“Mother…”

The thoughts of “why am I thinking such useless things” crossed my mind, but it disappeared without leaving a single trace behind.

As I started to pour Magic Power on the Complete Seeds again, many regained their old bright colors and started to change.

This isn’t done properly by me, as I am actually a proxy for Tiphoons’ power itself.

Soon, a ray of light came from it, and I heard its voice for the first time in millions of years.

- “You have done a good job.”

Tears started to fall from my face. The Seeds started to morph and transform.

- “Do you have the Magic?”

- “Yes! It’s stored on the moons.”