"Rest"
and right at that moment....
The battlefield went eerily silent.
The dark winds that once howled with hatred and ruin now lingered still, their fury trembling beneath the weight of one simple truth — the end had come.
Kaelen stood before the being that had once drowned worlds, his left hand glowing faintly with divine calm. His eyes, no longer blazing with rage or fear, carried a sorrow that even the stars could not measure.
Across from him, Endless—the Abyss, the Devourer, the Fallen Eternal—knelt upon the fractured ground, his monstrous form flickering like a fading shadow.
His chest heaved, and for the first time and unknown reason since the dawn of Aetheris, he looked tired. Truly tired.
"So… this is what it comes to," he rasped, his voice still vast, but trembling. "A god… slain by a child."
Kaelen didn't respond. His hand hovered inches from Endless's forehead, the gentle hum of eternity radiating around him like a hymn. The light was warm—merciful even.
