the StormThe city of Tempest stirred like a living beast waking from a feverish sleep.Hammers rang out in rhythmic cadence, stitching freshly torn roofs back into shape.Saws bit into aged wood, echoing through the streets.Healers moved steadily among the wounded, cloths dampened with cool water pressed to fevered brows, faces set in grim determination.Where raw grief had rent the streets a mere days ago, now hands cleared rubble and whispered hope.Plans unfolded: farms that would feed, watchtowers to guard, markets to trade. The bones of a city scarred by war began knitting themselves whole.Veer and Jiya stepped into this pulse of life like two souls remade in the crucible of battle.Veer's steps were measured, slow but purposeful.The aches in his muscles and bruises on his skin told the tale of blows taken and hard landings survived.Underneath, a steel core of resolve beat steady and unbowed.Jiya moved beside him—a quiet, austere calm wrapped around her like armor.She carried herself not with pride, but with the jagged grace of one who had faced darkness without falter or fear.At the city gate, a small figure waited.Riya—a wisp of energy and light in a storm-weary world.Before Veer could reach her, she flung herself into his arms.The warmth of her presence pulled something true and soft inside him loose.For a fleeting moment, the war, the blood, the death faded into shadow.Around them, Tempest's citizens erupted in cheers.A wave of gratitude and relief washing over battered souls.Yet even in celebration, edges remained sharp.For every pair of arms raised in triumph, a shadow lingered where a loved one should have been.Veer gently loosened his hold on Riya, ruffling her hair with a soft smile."Eat at least," he whispered. "You look like a shadow cast by your worries."Riya's grin was stubborn and bright."You promised to tell me about the first time you awakened."Veer chuckled, caught off guard by the simplicity of the request."Not the whole story," he said, a warmth in his eyes. "But I'll tell you this:It didn't feel like waking up so much as falling apart."The city's cheers swelled into the night.Around them, the delicate dawn of hope began to rise