It is done—and a great victory it is!
Gaius is gone, Lahabrea cast away, and all the Scions have been recovered… alive. When I saw their faces, the tension I’d been carrying for what felt like an eternity finally loosened. The fear, the uncertainty, the sleepless nights—they all came crashing over me in a single, shuddering breath.
We didn’t walk out of that battle unscathed—none of us will ever be the same—but we walked out together. And that matters more than anything.
I have been named a Warrior of Light, but those words don’t feel like a crown to me—they feel like a weight. A duty. A promise to stand between this realm and the darkness that would see it fall. I know peace is fragile. It will break again. And when it does, I will be there to hold the line.
For now, the banners are raised high. The people rejoice. And for the first time in a long time, I can breathe.
So begins the Seventh Astral Era… A Realm Reborn.