For the next few days, Ethan simply enjoyed life with his loved ones. The weight of his power, the burden of transcendence, the cold calculation that had driven him through dimensions—all of it fell away like discarded armour as he rediscovered what it meant to be human.
The wedding had been simple, held in the restored courtyard of Uncle Lin's restaurant. No grand ceremony, no elaborate decorations—just the people who mattered most gathered under string lights. Hong Wei had served as his best man, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched his big brother finally come home in every sense that mattered.
Tiana had worn a simple white dress, her hair adorned with flowers that Lin had picked from the city gardens. When she walked toward him, Ethan felt his breath catch from pure, overwhelming love. The kind of love that made powerful beings remember they had once been mortal.
