With Marikit contained and the young Manananggals integrated, Dumaguete entered a period of rebuilding.
Not physical rebuilding—the community center was fine. Emotional rebuilding. Trust rebuilding.
"It'll take time," Kim counseled. "Betrayal leaves scars."
"We have time." Glad watched the young Manananggals playing in Anino Garden—laughing, healing, becoming family. "They're worth it."
The foundation's work continued, now with more resources and greater urgency. Romania's success inspired other European communities. South American delegations arrived seeking guidance. Even Africa sent representatives—creatures with traditions older than any Glad had encountered.
"Your way works," a South African tikoloshe admitted. "We were skeptical. But results don't lie."
"Our way isn't the only way. Adapt it to your needs. Your culture. Your people."
The global movement grew.
And at its center, Dumaguete remained the heart—the proof that coexistence was possible, that love could overcome fear, that a viral video could change the world.
Glad often sat in Anino Garden, reflecting on the journey.
"Look what you started, Dad. A cat attacking a drone. Who knew?"
The breeze always answered.