Will you Marry me?

soooo this is nephigsis here i think, so this is like I think 2 or 3 chapters I mean years after volume 9 and basically right theres like twilight domain which is sunny and nephis and sunny & nephis mangages to like achieve supremacy by doing something??? but don't critiszie me for this war thingy i dont know how to write wars i just know romance

also expect sunphis marry which ive been wanting to see but no one writes stuff like that.. so its my turn

have fun

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The world had changed.

The great war that had once torn through the domains of Sword and Song was over.

Their sovereigns were defeated, their mighty legacies reduced to specks in the ruins of what they had built. And from those ruins, something new had risen.

Twilight.

Signifying the duality between Light and Darkness, a domain was forged. Not from lineage, but from defiance. From survival.

From the will of two beings who had walked the edge of oblivion and refused to fall.

It had not come easily.

The war had dragged on long after the decisive battle in Godgrave. Even with Anvil and Song dethroned, remnants of their rule lingered. The destruction of the old world had left a void, and in that void, chaos threatened to take root. But where the other great clans hesitated, where they licked their wounds and schemed in the shadows, Sunny and Nephis had acted.

With the strength of their cohort, they had struck down the remnants of the old order.

Mordret, cunning as he was, had fallen in the end; his own manipulations unraveling before the one thing he could never truly predict.

And that was the will of those he had thought he gotten control over.

The last of the Sword Saints, those who had once stood as Anvil's greatest champions, had been broken in battle, their dreams of reclaiming their master's throne shattered beneath the weight of the inevitable.

And through it all, Sunny and Nephis had ascended.

Nephis had risen first, her flame burning brighter than ever before, the culmination of everything she had fought for. And Sunny... Sunny had found his own path.

He had always known his nature.

A shadow, lurking in the depths. A creature of darkness, born to go through unimaginable depths of displeasure.

He's been able to defy many things throughout his journey, but something he's done before but not fully was Death.

With motivation and his will with him, he had done it. By dying and escaping the shadow realm, he achieved Supremacy.

And with that, they had built something new.

Twilight stood where Sword and Song had once reigned, a domain unlike any before it. Not ruled by bloodlines or law, but by something far simpler:

Those strong enough to protect it, and those willing to carve out a future beyond the chains of the past. It was not perfect, and the world had not simply bowed before it. But it endured.

And on this day, as the sun set over the vast expanse of their new domain, its rulers prepared to take a step neither of them had ever truly imagined.

A step not of war, or conquest, or survival.

But something far greater. One that held more meaning than anything.

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Memory: [Wedding Ring]

Memory Rank: Transcendent.

Memory Tier: V.

Memory Type: Charm.

Memory Description: [Through every battle, every shadow, every impossible path, I have walked toward you. This is not a chain, nor a command, nor a duty. It is a promise. You are my light, and I am yours. Sorry if it sounds a bit... cheesy. Anywho, It's a gift silly. Hope you enjoy it.]

In the dim glow of his workshop, Sunny sat in silence, his fingers moving with precise intent. The strands of shadow and light wove together beneath his hands, each delicate thread bending to his will.

This was no ordinary Memory. It was a promise, a future, a vow.

A ring.

He had shaped many things before, weapons of war, tools of survival, even a sword for Nephis, but never something like this. Never something meant to be worn not for battle, but for a request.

He exhaled slowly, the weight of the moment settling into his bones.

It was strange, really. He had defied death, torn down the thrones of Sovereigns, carved a new domain from the ruins of the old world. And yet, here he was, steady hands trembling slightly as he finished the final weave.

Sunny studied the ring, its form a perfect contrast, between the dark metal with streaks of pale luminescence, as if shadow and light had intertwined and refused to part. (if you still didn't know what it's based off....)

The ring sat in his palm, cool and featherless, as if it carried a hidden dream that resided in the corner space of Sunny's mind. He exhaled, his fingers closing around it.

This was it.

He could have sent a message. Could have waited until morning, until the timing was more convenient, until he had figured out some eloquent, perfect way to say what needed to be said.

But he had never been the patient type.

Stepping forward, he willed himself into the embrace of the shadows. The world blurred, reality folding inward as he moved between places unseen. When he stepped out of the darkness, he was in her room.

Moonlight spilled through the open balcony doors, a pale silver glow washing over the space. The air was cool, carrying the distant sound of rustling leaves and the soft hum of night insects.

And then, there was Nephis.

She had just stepped out of the shower, her damp silver hair falling over her shoulders in loose waves. Clad in a simple robe, she stood near the bed, brushing through the strands with slow, calm strokes.

At the sound of his arrival, she paused, turning toward him with that quiet, knowing gaze.

Sunny took a step forward.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The memories pressed against him. This place, this moment. The last time they had stood under the same moonlight as masters, he had said something foolish, something embarrassing.

'The moon is beautiful, isn't it?'

Nephis tilted her head slightly, as if she could hear the unspoken words lingering in the air. Her lips curled into the faintest ghost of a smile.

"This is the same place," she murmured. "The same night."

Sunny let out a soft chuckle, stepping closer. "Yeah."

She set the brush down on the nightstand, her silver eyes never leaving him. "What brings you here in the middle of the night?"

Sunny hesitated, his fingers still curled around the ring. He glanced toward the open balcony, letting his gaze drift over the quiet expanse of Twilight, the domain they had built from ruin and war.

"Couldn't sleep," he admitted. "Too much on my mind."

Nephis studied him for a moment before turning her gaze outward as well. The city stretched beyond them.

"It's strange," she said quietly. "To rule a domain we carved out with our own hands."

Sunny huffed. "Rule? That makes it sound like we sit on some grand thrones, dictating laws and issuing decrees. We barely keep the damn thing together most days."

Nephis gave him a sidelong glance, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "You're saying we're bad rulers?"

"I'm saying we're barely rulers at all." He leaned against the balcony doorframe, crossing his arms. "Effie keeps half the trade routes from falling apart, Cassie makes sure no one's conspiring to kill us, Kai's busy keeping the people happy, and Mordret. Well, at least he's dead."

Nephis sighed. "Finally."

Sunny smirked. "Took long enough."

She turned to face him fully, her expression softening. "They're all still here, though. Even after everything. The cohort, I mean."

Sunny nodded. "We fought too many wars together to just go our separate ways. We were never just a team. We were… more than that."

"A family."

Sunny blinked. The word lingered between them, heavy with meaning. He had never thought of it like that, but hearing her say it made something in his chest tighten.

"Yeah," he said after a moment, his voice quieter. "A family."

Nephis stepped closer, the glow of the moonlight catching in her silver hair. "And you still think about them, even in the middle of the night?"

"Always." Sunny let out a breath, glancing down at his hand. The ring caught the light, its woven strands of dark and luminous metal glimmering faintly. A piece of himself. A piece of her.

For all their battles, for all their victories, this was the only thing he had ever made that truly terrified him.

His fingers unclenched, and before he could hesitate, he reached for her hand, pressing the ring gently into her palm.

Nephis stared down at it, her silver eyes tracing the way the dark metal intertwined with veins of light.