The sun had begun its descent, casting long golden rays over the landscape that had become Seraphyne's home. The warmth of its light bathed the earth in hues of amber, wrapping the world in a quiet, familiar peace. It was a rare moment of stillness in a life that had been defined by chaos, battles, and impossible choices. And yet, even in this peaceful moment, there was a sense of finality that hung heavy in the air, as though the end of one story was quietly merging into the beginning of something new.
Seraphyne stood at the edge of the meadow that stretched before their home. She had spent years chasing the edge of destiny, battling against fate's cruel designs, but now, the weight of their journey had finally begun to lift. The family—her family—was safe. The worlds had been balanced, for now. Their enemies had been vanquished, and for the first time in a long time, there was no immediate danger.
