Nine years had passed.
The winds of H'Trae had grown gentle. The skies, once torn by battles and celestial rifts, now shone in hues of endless blue. Peace had wrapped itself around the world like a warm cloak. The System was long gone, buried in memory. The old order had faded, and in its place, a new era had blossomed—one where the people were free, where magic was no longer shackled to divine rules, and the future was something to be shaped by will, not dictated by fate.
Rey sat beneath a blossoming silver tree in the front yard of their countryside home. The breeze played with his hair as Lucielle's laughter echoed from inside.
