Chapter 125: Rise of the Chosen
The dust from the final battle still clung to the sky like a fading bruise, but beneath it, life stirred.
Liana sat quietly on the edge of a broken stone wall that once guarded the ancient Council Hall. The wind stirred her hair as her eyes scanned the field of survivors. Her body ached, her heart heavier still, but her soul—her soul was starting to believe in peace.
"Do you think it's really over?" Rowan asked, appearing beside her. His eyes were rimmed with exhaustion, but his voice held a fragile hope.
Liana didn't answer right away. Instead, she looked at the land before them. Supernaturals of every kind walked the battlefield—not as enemies, not as soldiers, but as family. Werewolves helped dragons fold their massive wings. Witches healed vampires. Hybrid children ran between camps, laughing for the first time in what felt like forever.
"It's not over," she said finally. "It's beginning."
