The Leviathan Vault collapses, imploding into a sun beneath the sea.Columns of light twist upward through the water, then vanish — leaving silence in their wake.
Through the fading radiance, Dr. Syra Kline's voice lingers like a ghost in the current:
"You can't destroy Helios… because Helios is every human desire for more."
Her words cut deeper than any weapon.Ronak feels it — the truth within them.The hunger that built the towers. The pride that tore them down.And deep inside, the pulse of Noctis, whispering once again.
"Then let it all end."
For a heartbeat, the shadows surge — the desire to erase, to purify by destruction.But Ronak no longer runs from it.He opens his heart, and the darkness rushes in.
There is no scream this time. No resistance.Only acceptance.
Light and shadow collapse into one — a singularity of peace.The flames turn silver-white, the color of unity.Every echo of Ignis, every memory of Noctis, every spark of the old world fuses together.
He becomes Ignis Eternal — the Flame Beyond Duality.Not god, not ghost — but balance incarnate.
His energy unfurls across the world like dawn.The ruined streets of Future Pride awaken in a slow, silver breath.Ashes become soil. Metal blossoms with light.Shattered reactors hum again, not as weapons, but as living cores —their glow pulsing in harmony with the city's heartbeat.
Citizens look to the horizon and feel it — warmth, not heat.Calm, not fear.The fire that once consumed now creates.
Children hold hands as the rain turns luminous.Old heroes kneel in the glow.And above them all, the True Flame spreads — not to rule, but to remind.
"Balance isn't found," Ronak whispers to the wind. "It's made."
His voice ripples through the world like a promise.The era of endless war between light and dark ends —and a new age begins, built not on power, but on understanding.
In the sky above Future Pride, a single silver spark lingers —burning not to destroy,but to illuminate.
The Eternal Flame lives.