The Nightveil had been defeated.But Lyria was scarred.Buildings crumbled. Streets cracked. Lanterns flickered weakly, their glow dim from exhaustion.Althea and Kael emerged from the catacombs together, hands clasped, hearts heavy but united.People gathered around them some crying, some cheering."You protected us," an elder whispered, bowing. "Both of you."Kael looked ashamed. "I was once part of them."And you turned against them," the elder replied. "That is worth more than your past."Althea squeezed his hand.Later that night, as they sat beside the river, Kael spoke softly."I never thought I deserved a future," he murmured. "But with you… I want one."Althea leaned against him. "Then we build it."
He kissed her hair. "Together."