Two weeks had passed since Iden Velarion had been crowned Supreme Leader of Eden.
Under his guidance, Eden's fractured world was reassembling—continent by continent, dream by dream. And while the factions returned to their regions, sworn to the Pillar of Accord and its law of peace, one quiet announcement spread across every broadcast tower and mana-linked satellite.
The wedding of Iden Velarion and Nyra Elowen was to take place on the first stardawn of the new lunar cycle.
It was not a political arrangement.
It was a promise fulfilled.
The location had been chosen not in grandeur, but in memory.
The garden of the Velarion Villa, nestled high atop Sanctum's original mountain, had been fully restored. The 250-acre expanse—once overrun with barracks and siege lines—now bloomed with seasonal beauty from every known biome.
Cherry blossoms danced with frost-petals. Mana lilies pulsed under aetherlight. Fruit-bearing trees bowed with abundance from Rael's careful planning.
Rael, now officially named Minister of Agriculture and Food Reclamation, had personally ensured the land bloomed for the occasion.
"I'm not letting you marry her surrounded by dead grass and wilted vines," she had told Iden, half-joking, half-teary.
And when someone had asked her if she planned her own wedding next, Rael had simply smiled and said:
"Not while my brother is still single. That's a curse in my book."
The world watched.
From floating skyships, submerged domes, distant continents—even the Ashen Halls tuned in.
But the ceremony itself remained intimate.
Iden stood beneath an arch of glowing crystal, armor traded for silver and black ceremonial robes with the crest of Sanctum across his chest.
Nyra arrived in a robe sewn from starlight and veil spun from the mist of the Deepwilds—a dress gifted by the Verdant Covenant.
As she took his hand, no words were spoken—until the Pillar of Accord itself shimmered, casting a soft pulse of approval across the Edenic sky.
"We are not here because the world has healed," Iden began."We are here because love has refused to die.""In war, we stood together. In despair, we found each other.""And now—before this new Eden and all who will come after… I promise you, Nyra. I will never walk alone again."
"Nor will I," Nyra whispered back. "We burned for ten years to see this day. I'd burn again if it meant your hand found mine."
As Rael placed a crown of windflowers atop her brother's head, her eyes gleamed with pride—and a silent promise of her own.
"You better not mess this up," she teased gently."Because I just grew half the world's food thinking about this moment."
The feast was entirely grown, crafted, and presented from Rael's networks—an Eden-first celebration. Cooks from every continent brought dishes, spices, textures, and aromas the world hadn't tasted in decades.
Kael gave the loudest toast.
Arlen unleashed floating drones that projected visual memories of Iden and Nyra's journey—from the battlefield to the quiet lake they once visited before the final war.
Even the Obsidian Verge sent a psionic choir, echoing a timeless love ballad from Earth's lost history.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION – WORLDSTAGE UNLOCKED]
**> Ceremony of Unity completed.
Bond confirmed: Iden Velarion + Nyra Elowen.Stability Threshold reached: 99.9%.Emotional Core harmonization successful.Pillar of Accord - Aura Strength: Reinforced.**
Later that night, as the stars aligned in constellations unseen in millennia, Rael joined Iden at the garden's edge.
"You're happy," she said.
"I am," he replied, watching the lights, fingers laced with Nyra's.
"You always carried the world alone," Rael whispered. "Now it carries you back."
He smiled.
And for the first time in decades—there was no war, no quest, no enemy.
Just family.
Just love.
Just peace.