In the days that followed, the village mourned my passing. But they also celebrated. Kiera, Lyra, and Elowen stood united, vowing to carry on the fight for the lands we had saved.
As they gathered at the foot of the ancient well, the villagers placed flowers and offerings, honoring the hero who had brought them together. Kiera spoke of bravery, Elowen of hope, and Lyra of healing—each girl representing a facet of what I had fought for.
"Arion may be gone, but his spirit lives on in each of us," Kiera proclaimed, her voice steady. "We will ensure his sacrifice was not in vain."
And as they raised their swords in unity, I felt a warm light enveloping me. The world faded, but I could see glimpses of the lives I had touched, the laughter shared, and the love blooming among my allies.
In that moment, I realized I would forever be a part of their story—a hero who faced darkness, surrounded by the ones he cherished.
As the village celebrated and began to rebuild, tales of my adventures would echo through the generations. The glasses, now a symbol of hope and courage, would inspire others to rise against darkness.
And so, my journey continued—not in life, but in the hearts of those I loved. A hero born from magic, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship, destined to be remembered forever.