Days passed.
The world was slowly rebuilding itself.
Ren and Iris gathered the survivors, turning the ruins into a new sanctuary for magic.
But Yukino could feel it—something was still off.
Tarou often stared at the horizon, silent for hours,
his golden eyes flickering between warmth and sorrow.
> "You're thinking about the cycles again," she said one night.
He nodded.
"Every time I remember… I see their faces. The lives I erased by resetting the world."
She touched his cheek.
> "Then live for them now. Live for all the worlds that ended."
He smiled, but didn't answer.
The stars reflected in his eyes looked… tired.