The Eldest appeared to Glad one last time.
Not in a cave or mountain—simply in the garden, form shimmering with ancient light.
"Gladys. You have done what none thought possible. Transformed not one, but two of the Unseen. United creatures and humans across the globe. Built something that will outlast you."
"I had help."
"All leaders do. But you chose to accept it. That is rare."
The Eldest reached out—touched Glad's forehead with light.
"I bless you, Gladys Samotiloy. Not with power—you have enough. With peace. True peace. For all your days."
Glad felt warmth spread through her—deep, lasting, real.
"Thank you."
"Thank YOU. For everything."
The Eldest faded.
The garden remained.
And Glad, for the first time, felt complete.