Chapter 60: The Real Liss Steps Forward

The battlefield was ash.

The Host of the Forgotten was faltering. Fading. But not gone.

And they all turned… to her.

To Liss.

The one who should not have lived. The one who loved instead of hated. The one who became a paradox not from power—but from choice.

She stepped forward. Her friends behind her. Her name echoing through the world.

"I see you," she said to the Host. "I don't erase you. I remember you.

But you don't get to end everything just because you were forgotten."

They screamed. They attacked.

And she opened her arms.

Not to fight.

To embrace.

And the void inside her bloomed— Not as a weapon. Not as a curse.

But as home.

"You are not forgotten," she whispered. "You are loved."

And the sky cracked one final time—

Not from war.

But from healing.