Days passed, and Veyl slowly began to recover. People whispered about strange lights and shadows that had vanished, unaware of the battle that had raged just beyond their perception.
Liora returned to her old life, but she was no longer the same. She walked through the streets, her eyes scanning the reflections in puddles and glass, seeing the faint traces of what had been and what could be.
Kael remained by her side, teaching her to harness her Sight fully. Together, they trained, not just to fight, but to understand the fragile balance between light and shadow.
One evening, standing atop a rooftop, Liora gazed at the city. The sun broke through the clouds, casting shards of gold across the wet streets. The whisper spoke softly, almost like a friend: You are ready. You have remembered. You are the keeper of light.
Liora smiled. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the sun and the steady heartbeat of the city fill her. The shadows still existed, lurking in the edges, but she knew she was no longer afraid.
For the first time in her life, she truly belonged — between the worlds, between memories, between light and shadow. And she would protect that balance, no matter what came next.
The city of Veyl shone faintly in the rain, a little brighter, a little safer, because she remembered — and because she had finally faced the shadows.
—THE END—