Chapter 61: The Peace That Was Never Promised

The battlefield slept.

The Host faded, like ghosts finally released from their curse.

The sky held no stars. Just calm. Just quiet.

Naia fell asleep first—mid-air, still glowing. Elyse collapsed beside her, unconscious but smiling. Korrin passed out in a pile of scrolls and ash.

Liss sat beside Thessaly.

Neither spoke.

But they leaned into each other.

She had saved the forgotten. Had chosen love over vengeance. Had rewritten the very rules of memory and loss.

And yet… she couldn't stop looking at the sky.

"Something's still missing," she whispered.

Thessaly nodded.

"We're still here. That means the story isn't done."

Liss closed her eyes.

"Then let's write the rest ourselves."

And they finally, truly—slept.