The celebration roared on, waves of clinking glasses, laughter, embraces, and cheers filling the pavilion. Ling Li stood at the center of it all, her hand still entwined with Four Eyes’. This was no ordinary victory—this was a triumph carved from blood, battles, and fate itself.
And in her heart, she knew—
This was only the beginning.
Everything else faded away.
For tonight, at this moment, it was just the two of them.
And a promise sealed under the fireworks.
As the last of the guests departed, leaving trails of laughter and well-wishes in their wake, Ling Li stood amidst the lingering warmth of family and soldiers who remained behind, their presence a testament to unwavering loyalty. The grand pavilion still shimmered in golden lights, casting elongated shadows that danced with the gentle evening breeze. Only El Padre and El Capitan stayed behind.