Chapter 76: Korrin’s Graduation

No more gods. No more divine schools. No more trials.

But Korrin stood in front of a class of children—memory spirits, reality weavers, misfits—and held up a glowing book.

"This," he said, "is magic not for battle, but for being."

He taught them how to write their names into the sky. Taught them how to remember each other.

At the end of the lesson, Liss arrived with a medal.

"You never needed a degree," she said. "But here's one anyway."

Korrin cried. Again. Naia photobombed the class picture with fire wings.

The future had arrived. Not all at once. But with laughter. With learning. With grace.

And magic found a new home—in the hands of those who'd been forgotten.