The Pale King offered her the throne.
"You've done what I could not.
Let me rest. You wear the crown."
Liss stepped forward.
Touched it.
Paused.
"I could end the pain," she whispered.
"Rewrite everything. Make the world kind."
Thessaly held her hand.
"But you'd lose you."
Liss smiled.
"Then I won't rule.
I'll remember.
And I'll keep walking."
She left the throne behind.
It cracked.
The Pale King vanished.
And the ash world bloomed.
Color returned. Life stirred.
And Liss Hoshino became— Not a god. Not a queen.
But a legend.