The next dawn saw no sunrise—only radiance.
No longer did the world turn in silence. Each bird's cry, each wave's crash, carried a thousand voices behind it.
As the relics—Amira's book, Elias's journal, Kemi's locket, Tunde's letters, the harp, the orb—all gathered in the circle of flame, the ground itself began to tremble.
And then it happened.
The Veil Lifted.
The dead did not rise, but neither did they remain unreachable.
A Great Rejoining began—where memory could hold hands with presence. Where love long separated by realms could now speak, if even just in dream or echo. The world was not remade, but healed.
At the Chapter's End:
Seyna turned to Dari and said, "What do we do now?"
And Dari smiled, tears on his cheeks. "Now we live—not just for them. But with them."
And beneath the once-lost skies, the Echoes began to build something new.
A place without veils.