Kael woke up burning.
But not in pain.
The knots were still there—stronger, clearer, deeper.
But they no longer pulled in five directions.
They moved with him.
The storm was his now.
He stood, naked, glowing, eyes golden with new power.
Each girl looked different—scarred by the ritual, marked by his soul.
Zarya knelt first.
Then Celes.
Then Mina, Liora, and Reya.
He didn't ask for it.
He didn't command it.
But in that moment… he was no longer their bonded.
He was their king.