The gods descended after the battle, not as warriors—but as witnesses.
They knelt before Lucian.
"You have done what even we could not. For that, we honor you."
They granted Seraphine a divine blessing, naming her Head Priestess of the Church.
The world healed. Light returned to the sky. Cities rebuilt. People danced.
And a grand banquet was held, where gods and mortals feasted together.
Xeran, finally freed, looked at Lucian in awe.
"You… saved me?"
Lucian smirked. "Took long enough, huh?"