The Forgotten knelt beside Shadow's crumbling body.
Smiling.
Laughing.
"You can't save them," the Forgotten whispered. "Join me.We can build something pure — something worthy of the ashes."
Shadow looked at his broken mirror.
At Eve.
At the broken world.
And slowly… he smiled.
"Alright, brother."
He reached out.
Their hands clasped.
A shockwave of black flame erased the last of the old world.
Together, Shadow and the Forgotten became something new:
A creature of shadow and memory.Neither god nor man.Not the destroyer —but not the savior either.
The Warden of Ashes.
Guardian of a new, terrible world —a world where nothing is forgotten,and nothing is forgiven.