The nightmare of Old Ashvarn had finally come to an end, bringing with it a salvation some had waited far too long to see.
Ethan witnessed the end from atop a towering hill overlooking the entire ancient city, while the surviving hunters watched from within the remains of the cathedral.
Chai and Alicia gazed up at the artificial sky, their faces showing profound relief as they realized that their strange fellow hunter had succeeded in defeating the final boss.
"He did it…" Moon whispered, her voice barely audible as she raised her head toward the sky.
Nothing had changed in the heavens above them, yet somehow, everyone could feel that the curse was gone. It was as though an enormous weight had finally been lifted from their shoulders.
The bearer of the Phoenix Blessing sat with her legs folded beneath her, resting the head of an exhausted old man upon her lap.
