For every scream of denial, a thousand names echoed back.
The Pact stood together.
And Aiden, wielding the Language of Remembering, declared what the void had tried to bury:
"We are not the forgotten. We are the story that continues."
The Listener, silent now, remained.
A presence beyond presence.
A promise.
And then it whispered one final truth into Aiden's soul.
"There is one more to hear you still. The Last to Forget. The One Who Erases Because It Must."
Aiden felt the words etch into him.
The final enemy.
Not a god.
Not a being.
But the last truth of the void.
The End That Cannot Be Denied.
The One Who Must Be Convinced… or overcome.
He turned to the Pact.
"There's still one more story we have to write."
Myne grinned, blood on her blade.
Aria began to hum.
Nexus whispered a name not yet born.
And the sky above them cracked again.
Not in fear.
But in anticipation.
The stars were gone.
