Chapter 30.

Epilogue.

The years roll gently by, soft and sure as a lullaby sung by moonlight.

The Kingdom of Elywoods, once shrouded in fear and silence, now glows with the light of joy. Its people smile more easily, its skies no longer bruised with smoke or magic gone wrong. From the forests of the south to the silver-tipped mountains of the north, peace has returned—not just to the land, but to the hearts of those who dwell within it.

The castle has been rebuilt stone by stone, but its foundation is no longer fear—it is hope.

Where Queen Neriah once ruled with cold hands and a cruel tongue, her twin, the spirit of Queen Cyra, watches from the wind. They say the eastern tower—the very one that once housed the portal—is now a sanctuary of song. Fairies rest there, unseen but felt, and soft golden light spills from its windows each dusk, though no candle is ever lit.