The New Concord

They weren't burned. They weren't banished. Instead, the world paused.

The council crumbled—first in spirit, then in structure. Protests began. Letters poured in. Aurel spoke before thousands beneath the twin moons.

"We were never broken," they said. "Just buried."

A month later, the first articles of the New Concord were signed. Magic for all. Truth without fear. Love without apology.

Riven and Aurel left the academy behind, spellbook in hand, hands entwined.

The last line of the spellbook shimmered before fading forever:

To love and to be known—that is the final spell.