Rejected by the lycan king
Now, the Gate of Endings would test my will my willingness to complete the story I had begun.
I stepped forward into the light.
“Show me the end,” I whispered.
The Final Canvas
The void collapsed into one single image: Duskfall at twilight, its towers burning in golden flame, its walls crumbling. Beneath them, a new Garden of Hollow blooms, fed by life and choice rather than magic bound in fear.
In that Garden, I walked hand in hand with those I loved Rafael, Dahlia, Seris, Xander each scar healed, each burden shared. And at the very center, I knelt before a simple stone: not an altar, but a marker.
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