Far in the distance, atop the human pyramid, Leela, Amara's sister, was shouting with joy, her voice filled with relief. "My sister is alive! She's alive!"
On the Farus family's side, the patriarch let out a long breath, his chest heaving as the tension finally left him. His daughter was safe. The battle was over.
Das continued his march, Amara nestled against him, her face buried in his chest. She had seen him as a warrior, a protector—but now, in this moment, she saw him for what he truly was. He wasn't just a soldier or a loyal servant—he was her savior, the man who had risked everything to protect her, even when she hadn't realized it.
And in her heart, she knew she could never repay him for that.
