EPILOGUE
Fifteen Years Later
The Sky Palace gardens were dressed in afternoon light — the kind that turned everything softer, warmer, like the world had decided to be gentle for a few hours.
Wish stood at the outdoor table, arranging teacups with the practiced efficiency of someone who had hosted this particular gathering enough times to have it memorized.
The porcelain clinked softly as Cora passed her each cup, the maid's movements quiet and precise.
White linen covered the table, moving slightly in the breeze that always existed at this altitude. Flowers from Wish's own domain bloomed in the centerpieces — living things that responded to her presence, their petals opening wider as she moved past them.
Kali arrived first.
She materialized at the garden entrance with the silent grace that came from decades of being a general, carrying a covered dish that she set on the table with deliberate care before settling into her chair.
