Chapter 142 — Epilogue: The Song of TomorrowThe wind swept softly across the golden fields of Loria, carrying the scent of rain and new beginnings. The sun was rising — a brilliant sphere of amber that bathed the world in warmth, spilling light through the ruins-turned-meadows where once chaos reigned.It had been three months since the Relic’s awakening — since Elliott Fen had vanished into light. The scars of battle had faded, and the lands once fractured by greed and war were slowly healing. The rivers ran clear again, forests bloomed, and the skies — once cracked and bruised — now shimmered a soft blue.In a quiet valley near the restored city of Vareth, a small inn stood beneath a willow tree. Its sign swung gently in the morning breeze:“The Shard’s Rest — In Memory of a Fool Who Saved Us All.”Inside, the clatter of dishes, laughter, and music filled the air.Durn leaned back in his chair, half-asleep, a mug of something too strong for breakfast in his hand. “I told ya,” he gr