The veil's fragments drifted like falling stars, dissolving into the air. For the first time, silence filled the Tower of Stars—not heavy with dread, but gentle, like the hush before dawn.
Prava stood trembling, the Heart Key dimming as if its duty had been fulfilled. Around her, Rafael and Allara watched in awe, their faces bathed in the twilight glow.
Then, the impossible happened.
The tower's walls—once cold and unyielding—shifted, transforming into windows of starlight. Through them, the world below could be seen. Forests reborn in green, rivers flowing with clarity, skies no longer choked by flame or shadow.
Rafael whispered, voice breaking.
"Is this… the world you chose for us?"
Prava shook her head softly.
"No… this is the world we must keep choosing, every day. Balance is not a gift. It's a vow."
The Heart Key dissolved into her chest, merging with her very soul. Light and shadow pulsed as one within her, steady and unshaken.
The tower trembled once more—but not in fury. It began to dissolve, stone by stone, until it left only an open sky filled with stars. And as the first light of dawn rose on the horizon, its rays touched the faces of the three who had endured.
Allara smiled through tears.
"Then let us guard this dawn together."
And for the first time in centuries, the world was no longer bound by the chains of endless war, but awakened to the fragile beauty of a new beginning.