*Chapter 41: The Silent Celebration*
News of the restored Thread spread like wind across a dry plain — swift and unstoppable. From the icy cliffs of the Northreach to the golden sands of Solmera, whispers turned to cheers, and cheers to songs.
Theo and Nyra became symbols — not of power, but of perseverance. Of unity. Of impossible odds overcome by hearts that refused to break.
In the capital of Eldros, where the Veil once loomed over the skies, the great bells tolled again for the first time in a hundred years. No one had to declare a holiday — the world simply stopped to *breathe*.
Theo stood before a hall full of strangers who'd once feared the end. Now they celebrated a new beginning.
He said nothing at first.
Then, "We didn't save the world. We gave it the chance to *save itself*."
The room was still. Then applause rose — thunderous, honest, full of tears and hope.
Later that night, under quiet stars, Nyra joined him on the balcony. "We did it," she whispered.
"Yeah," Theo replied. "But it still doesn't feel real."
"It *feels* right," she said, leaning on his shoulder.
And in that soft silence, they didn't speak of destiny or danger — just *peace*.
At last, the world slept. And for the first time in a long time… so did they.