The sky sealed.
The Leviathan vanished.
The city stood—scarred, but alive.
Ariya collapsed into Kael's arms.
"It's done," she whispered.
He searched the sky.
The tear was gone.
"You closed it," he said.
She nodded weakly.
"No more crossings."
"No way back?"
She shook her head.
He didn't look disappointed.
He looked proud.
Weeks later, rumors spread.
Strange creatures lurking in forgotten corners.
Fragments of power left behind.
The Veil may be closed—
But magic lingered.
Ariya stood atop a rooftop at sunset, bow in hand.
"This world still has monsters," she said.
Kael smirked beside her.
"Good."
She glanced at him.
"You staying?"
"Try and get rid of me."
Below them, something roared in the distance.
Ariya smiled.
A new forest.
A new hunt.
And this time—
She wasn't alone.