The battlefield had been remade into silence. Where once the void had howled and reality crumbled, now fields of shimmering crystal stretched across the horizon. The sky, no longer red with ruin, blossomed with dawn. It was fragile, imperfect, but alive Kael stood at the edge of the new horizon, his cloak torn, his body still carrying the scars of his final battle. For the first time in what felt like centuries, he allowed himself to breathe without a blade in hand. The weight of the Void Sovereign’s presence was gone. The cycle was broken. Behind him, survivors gathered. Warriors, mages, outcasts, and wanderers those who had once been divided by blood and hatred now stood together. Their gazes turned to Kael, the one who had carried them through despair. Some whispered his name with reverence, others shouted it with pride. For them, he was not just the one who destroyed the Sovereign. He was proof that even in the darkest abyss, hope could still rise Liora approached first, her