### * Fanfic - Throws Games: The Penitant of Lost Almates *
#### ** Chapter 10: The Tomorrow of Tomorrow **
The morning light in the morning penetrated the stone walls of Winterfell, and Elliott Wigan was attentive to what he expected himself after the intense confrontation he had with the cult of the corrupted souls. The temple, who was once a symbol of despair, now pulsed with a new energy - a promise of redemption.
** Renovation in Winterfell **
After the battle and the release of the souls, the temple was silent. The cultists were released from the moorings of chaos and pain, and those who once loved death now became for life. Elliott looked around and saw the emotions crossing the faces of the new release: relief, sadness, hope.
He had given them to choose the one - a real, which he did not release him. The eco devouror retreated momentarily, not by lack of appetite, but by the pure will of the young man who eventually had found the courage to choose the light.
** The weight of redemption **
As a new day arded, Elliott realized that his way was not clear. As he walked back to Winterfell with Jon and Sansa, he wondered if he could really live without the weight of the souls that had absorbed all this time. Even with the memories he had lost, others were beginning to resurg. Smiles, children's laughter and family heat danced in his mind.
Within walls, a new integration effort was formed. The shadows of pain began to dissipate. When entering the war room, each of the individuals was present, eager to hear the stories of struggle and redemption that would form the future of them.
** A call to action **
Jon lifted his hand, he attacked the attention of everyone and began: "Today, we do not celebrate only victory against the forces of darkness. We celebrate the life we have and the choices we do. Through Elliott, we found a new perspective. What our experiences are of strength against despair! "
Sansa looked at Elliott, a gleaming of his gratitude in his eyes. "You brought light where there was darkness. You are not just the penitent of the lost souls, but also a guardian for all of us. "
Elliott, touched by these words, rose. "I am the product of my choices, as well as all of you. And although I have made mistakes, today I reaffirm my commitment to use the powers I have to protect, not to destroy. "
** The new road **
The dialogue continued, and the atmosphere has changed to one of the union and hope. The mission was now clear: to face new challenges not just together, but also as individuals who carried the experience of shadows and light. They would form a league to protect Westeros against the next threats, and each could have the contributed what they have learned in their own internal battles.
"I propose a new covenant," Elliott said, his voice resilient. "And it's not just to keep the spirit of struggle. It is to understand that we all have the ability to change and that, together, we can be not only survivors, but those who create a new and bright future. "
** A flight of hope **
While the House dispersed and the unity of the unit filling the air, Elliott felt that perhaps the essence of the devouring was not a burden, but a role he could move to his favor. He now understood: the scars of his journey made him not only strong, but an ally, a friend.
As the day turned to night, the northern winds blow gently, bringing promises from a luminous tomorrow. Elliott Wigan was only more pennited in pursuit of lost souls, but a guardian of possibilities - a young woman who found purpose not in the search for control, but in the freedom of choice. His story was just beginning, and his place next to the Workerfell heroes had become a home.
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* With the light of the dawn by inspecting in the hearts of the souls that surrounded him, Elliott Wigan slapped from a dark past, and at the same time he embraced a future of hope and brotherhood. Together, they would continue to fight - not just to save souls, but to save the world's own chaos that threatens them. *