The seven virtues had come.
Not to dethrone.
To transform.
Pride had remembered, healed, endured, given, built, balanced, and honored. Not perfectly. But wholly.
The Throne Eternal no longer pulsed with command.
It resonated with presence.
The forge of Diligence still glowed. The tree of Humility bore fruit. The lantern of Charity warmed the soil. The feather of Temperance hovered. The ring of Chastity remained untouched—but sacred.
And the Mirror?
It no longer reflected Pride alone.
It reflected a soul.
One that had walked through fire, silence, longing, and light—not to ascend, but to become.
The crown dissolved.
Not into dust.
Into essence.
And the Egoverse whispered:
This is not the end.
This is the beginning of truth.