Empire's End

The world did not fall in fire. It ended in silence.

After the throne shattered and the Burned King vanished into the veil, Dante, Selena, and the divine child stood amidst the smoldering ruins of the cathedral. All around them, a silence fell—not the peace of resolution, but the pause before the scream. The heavens were cracked. The land was fractured. The gods had been broken.

Selena turned away from the still-burning embers and gazed to the north. The fire had ended. But the prophecy had not. And the child in Dante's arms was not the end. He was only the beginning.

The Seraphim Empire had crumbled. The capital lay in disarray. Priests turned against priests. Followers of light descended into madness as their god failed to return. General Nivarah stood at the highest tower, armor bloodied, watching the chaos. She did not flinch. She had not died in the flames—but she had changed. She did not fight for gods now. She fought for the world.