Ethan lay comfortably on a soft mat, nestled between Lisa and Andriel. His expression was calm, peaceful, relieved, even—as if the weight of countless years had finally lifted. His once long red hair was now trimmed to a neater length, still tousled enough to feel familiar. The horns that once shimmered with raw energy had settled into a more defined, draconic shape—black etched with graceful gold patterns, like heirloom markings.
All around him, laughter and light conversation filled the air. The family was gathered close, sharing food, stories, and soft jabs that made everyone laugh a little harder. Children darted between legs while elders leaned back with contented sighs. It felt like the heart of home—warm, vibrant, and alive with love. This was the day everyone had waited for, and now that it had come, no one held back their joy.
