Beneath Sector Zero, where the old reactor's heart once imploded, a faint hum stirs.It grows — a pulse of molten silver winding through the veins of the earth, threading ash and memory together.
From that molten chrysalis, Ronak takes form.His body reknits from fusion residue — threads of light and shadow weaving sinew and flame.When his eyes open, they gleam silver-gold, reflecting both dawn and dusk.
He remembers the fire that consumed — and the darkness that hid behind it.Now, both live within him.
"You were us," the echo of Noctis murmurs through the heat."But now, you are something greater."
Ronak — no, Ignis Reborn — stands within the silent core.The fire no longer screams for vengeance.It breathes — steady, alive, whole.
The Silver Flame ignites around him, a halo neither searing nor cold.Its resonance spreads outward, and the cracked foundation of Helios begins to heal — metal melting back into harmony, the earth's tremors subsiding.
For the first time since the fall, the world doesn't burn.It glows.
The flame has returned — not to rule, not to destroy —but to restore.