The first light of dawn broke across the Tower of Stars. The constellations shimmered as if bowing to the new day, no longer fractured but woven together in harmony. The battlefield that once roared with fire and blood now lay quiet, bathed in silver and gold.
Prava lowered the Heart Key, its glow softening until it was but a gentle ember. Her hands trembled, not from fear—but from the weight of what had been endured.
Rafael stepped beside her, sheathing his sword. "The Wings of Darkness… they're gone. But so are the old chains." His gaze lifted to the heavens. "We are no longer bound by vengeance."
Allara pressed her hand against the Tower's stone, feeling the rhythm of stars pulsing within it. "The covenant has been restored. Wolf and Dragon… human and spirit… our paths are no longer divided."
From below, the voices rose. Wolves howled not in rage, but in song. Dragons circled the skies, their flames blooming not as weapons, but as beacons. The once-broken tribes looked upon each other with weary yet hopeful eyes.
Prava's voice wavered, yet carried through the air.
"This dawn is not mine alone. It belongs to all who chose unity over pride. This covenant… is written not in blood, but in hearts."
The Tower gleamed, casting its light across the horizon like a promise. For the first time in centuries, the sun rose over a world free of war.
The Dawn of the Covenant had come.