The world had changed.
The sky was no longer torn apart by storm and shadow. The land, once cracked and dying under Aedros's influence, now pulsed with life again. The ruins of the capital still stood, battered and broken, but whole.
And for the first time in two lifetimes—
Damien was not fighting.
The silence after the battle was almost unnerving.
Because after so many years of war, so many lifetimes spent undoing his own mistakes—
It was finally over.
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The First Breath of Peace
Damien stood in the center of the ruined city, the faint morning sunlight breaking through the clouds overhead. The air smelled of ash and rain, but beneath that—something new.
Hope.
Selene was the first to move, stretching as if shaking off the weight of a thousand battles. "So, what now?"
Dante groaned, dropping onto a nearby piece of rubble. "I say we all drink until we forget what just happened."