Finally Together.

Two years later.

The morning sun bathed the ceremonial hall in golden light, casting a warm glow over the assembled guests. The grand altar stood at the far end, adorned with ethereal blue and silver flowers, their petals shimmering softly under the morning rays. A gentle breeze carried the scent of incense and fresh roses, mingling with the faint whispers of an anxious groom.

Cyrus stood at the altar, his hands tightly clasped in front of him, a rare nervousness etched across his normally confident features. His silver eyes flickered restlessly toward the grand doors at the far end of the aisle, waiting for the moment they would open.

He had faced countless battles, endured centuries of torment, and weathered the storm of fate —but this? This moment made his heart pound harder than any war ever had.