For a few seconds, no one spoke.
The Hollowfang's body still lay steaming on the forest floor, cut clean through in a single, perfect strike.
And standing over it, calm and steady, katana at his side—
Braydon.
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Shoto took a breath.
Then another.
And then he moved.
Not as a leader.
Not as a warrior.
But as a brother.
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"Braydon…" he said quietly.
The others froze, watching him step forward — his elemental energy still faintly crackling around him, not out of anger, but adrenaline. Shoto stopped just a few feet away, eyes locked with his brother's.
Braydon looked older somehow. Hardened. Like the world had tried to chew him up and he made it bite back.
Shoto's voice cracked, just barely.
"You're alive."
Braydon nodded once. "Took longer than I thought."
There was a pause.
And then—without another word—Shoto stepped forward and pulled Braydon into a hug.
No hesitation.
No pride.
Just raw, quiet relief.
Braydon tensed for a second… then returned it.
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Behind them, Elizabeth let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Pate gave Gage a small smirk. KJ turned his head like he wasn't watching, but his shoulders loosened.
Riley leaned toward Brandon. "That his brother?"
Brandon nodded. "Yeah."
"You can tell."
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When Shoto finally pulled back, he looked Braydon in the eye.
"I thought I lost you, man."
"You almost did," Braydon admitted. "But I wasn't about to let this world break me. I've been training. Surviving."
"With who?"
Braydon hesitated. "Someone who saw something in me."
Shoto didn't push. Not yet.
Instead, he smiled faintly. "You've gotten stronger."
Braydon tilted his head. "So have you."
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Then, Pate stepped up and clapped Braydon on the shoulder. "Glad you didn't die, bro. We're outta healers."
Braydon laughed under his breath. "Missed you too."
KJ crossed his arms, skeptical but not confrontational. "Just don't vanish again."
Braydon glanced at the full group now gathered around him — all of them together for the first time since the world changed.
"I'm not going anywhere."
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They stood in silence for a moment, each one quietly realizing:
This was it.
The group was whole again.
Wounded. Changed.
But still together.
And in Valoria… that was a miracle.