Everything… stopped.
The world itself came to a halt. Even Time and Space froze, and then—
It happened.
A light so bright that it overwhelmed the once seemingly endless and absolute Light Energies both the Fallen and the Light Borns had released.
The Light spread all over Irethol. Unlike the destructive energies before, this one was… gentle and soft—folding over the shattered world like a mother gathering her broken child.
Every Light Born, every Fallen, and even Elyra—could feel it.
That presence…
Yes—
She was here.
And for the first time ever since its creation—Irethol's Will moved, not to warn people about another foreigner entering its perimeter, but to welcome the said foreigner.
The clouds parted in perfect symmetry, as if the heavens themselves were being rewritten. A single figure walked down from that rift, each step leaving trails of white-gold petals that dissolved into air.
