Part III — Silence Like a Song
When the light cleared, the amphitheater was ash and dust.
The emissary lay broken amid her own fading radiance. The Alpha Order scattered. The Syndicate's machines melted into slag.
Kai stood alone at the epicenter — smoke curling around him like a cloak.
His chest glowed faintly, the last pulse of moonfire flickering beneath his skin.
Lira found him at dawn, walking barefoot through the ruins.
"You could've ruled them," she whispered.
He shook his head. "I'm done with crowns."
On the shattered wall behind the stage, he wrote with the last ember of his power — letters burned into stone:
> NO GODS. NO MASTERS. JUST THE MUSIC.
Then he was gone.
Some said he dissolved into static, others that he walked into the light of a new dawn.
But across the city — across every realm — the sound remained:
a low, eternal hum, like a heart still beating after the body's gone.
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Epilogue — Frequencies of Tomorrow
The world divided.
The Moon Goddess watched from her temple of silence, torn between grief and pride.
Her hand hovered over the reflection of her son, faint in the ripples of light.
"He was meant to bring balance," she murmured. "Not burn the heavens."
A single voice answered — faint, human, familiar.
> "Maybe balance starts with a little fire."
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Epigraph
> "Rebellion isn't the opposite of faith.
It's faith without permission."
— Echo, last transmission before disappearance
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🎸 BOOK ONE ENDS — "ECHOES OF THE MOON"
The myth has begun. The signal lingers.