The sun broke over the horizon, casting its warm golden light across the open sea. The ship, battered and bruised from the storms and battles it had faced, sailed smoothly through calm waters. The remnants of the Abyssal Nexus had long disappeared behind them, leaving nothing but memories and the faintest sense of something unresolved.
Elara stood at the bow, watching the sunrise with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. Her hand instinctively reached for the Blade of Eternity, but there was nothing there—just the empty space where the weapon had once been a constant companion. She couldn't help but feel a pang of loss. The Blade, despite its dark purpose, had been a part of her for so long. Now, without it, she felt untethered, as if a piece of herself was missing.
But she had made her choice. The cycle was broken. And now, she was free.
