The war ended.
The Celestial Palace fell.
Wang Chung stood on the last floating island of the heavens, his followers gathered behind him. He looked not to the past, but to what came next.
> "We rebuild. Not as gods. Not as rulers. As guardians of balance."
He didn't claim the Celestial Throne.
He destroyed it.
A new sky opened—one not bound by fate or fear.
And at his side stood Yu Meilan, Long Tian, and the thousands who believed in a world where power served purpose.
> Wang Chung had not just broken heaven.
> He had remade it.