The celestial realm, though scarred by the recent battle, began to stir with a renewed sense of purpose. The angels, their spirits lifted by the prospect of a lasting peace, worked tirelessly to restore their home. The shattered marble was painstakingly reassembled, the torn tapestries mended with delicate care, and the gardens, once ravaged by the Fallen's dark energy, bloomed anew under the gentle touch of Lifeweaving.
In the heart of the palace, Sebastian rested in a chamber bathed in soft, healing light. His wounds, though deep, were slowly mending under the combined efforts of celestial healers and Eliana's own Lifeweaving abilities. The strain of the battle had etched lines of exhaustion onto his face, but his silver eyes, though dimmed, still held a spark of determination.
