I open my eyes, and blinding sunlight floods my vision, forcing me to squint until it softens into clarity. The sharp, sweet scent of grass fills my nose, carried by a cool, familiar breeze. I rise slowly, and as I look around, the landscape around me comes into focus—lush grasslands, vibrant and endless, rolling softly to the horizon. Majestic mountains stand in the distance, their peaks crowned with snow, and the air... it's different. It feels crisp, peaceful. Too peaceful. I check myself, half-expecting to find bruises, wounds—pain—but there's nothing. No cuts, no aches. I feel... fine.

Getting to my feet, I scan my surroundings, an uneasy feeling settling over me. This place is too familiar, like a half-remembered dream I can't quite place. I turn slowly, and there it is—the old cabin, my cabin on Alderaan, just as I remember it. But before I can fully process the sight, a soft chuckle drifts through the air from the porch, a sound that makes my heart stop. I know that chuckle.

I turn to see him, sitting in a rocking chair, as if he's never left. August. He leans back with a pipe in his hand, smiling as he rocks gently, his milky eyes somehow fixated on me. He looks exactly as I remember—calm, wise, and maybe even a little smug, that infuriating smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Hello, old friend," August says, his voice smooth, familiar, comforting. He chuckles, blowing a puff of smoke that lingers in the air.

I feel my body tense, instinctively reaching for my lightsaber, but my hand comes up empty. A quick glance down reveals that none of my weapons are on me. Not even my armor. I'm dressed in simple dark brown robes—the robes I wore back then, on Alderaan.

"Is this a trick?" I ask, eyes narrowing. "Something conjured by Vitiate?"

August raises a brow, a smile tugging at his lips as he taps his pipe. "What do you think?"

I roll my eyes, a reflex I didn't know I'd missed, and laugh despite myself. "Yep, that's August, all right."

He chuckles, then grows quiet, watching me with that familiar look, as if he knows everything I'm about to ask.

"Am I dead?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

A smile curls on his lips, a knowing glint in his gaze. "Do you really want to know the answer to that?"

"No," I say, and to my surprise, it's the truth. "No, I don't."

A warmth fills his face, and then he stands, reaching for me. Without another word, we embrace, and it feels so real, so tangible, the roughness of his tunic under my fingers, the smell of pipe smoke lingering in the air. "It's good to see you again, Ryu," he murmurs. "Come, sit down."

He gestures to an empty chair beside him, and we sit in silence for a moment, rocking gently on the porch. I look out at the grasslands, and there, far off in the distance, stands the capital of Alderaan, untouched and whole, as if the Sith Empire never descended on it.

"You must have questions," August says, his voice calm, the words almost expected.

But I shake my head. "I do, but... right now I just want to say thank you, August. For reaching out to me when I needed you the most."

He chuckles again, taking another drag from his pipe. "I didn't do much. Just gave you the push you needed." He sighs contentedly, gazing out over the landscape, his eyes soft. "I'm happy for you, Ryu. You found your path, forged it yourself—even without me."

I nod, letting his words sink in. I fought, I endured. But there's still a question nagging at me, and I ask it before I can stop myself. "Does that mean Vitiate has been defeated?"

A shadow passes over August's face, but his tone is steady. "For now," he says. "You've confined him, but he's not gone. You stopped him but remember—darkness often finds a way back."

Relief washes over me, but it's tinged with doubt. Is this peace just an illusion, some brief respite before something darker? I start to ask if I'm really gone, really dead, but the thought dissolves when I hear the creak of the cabin door behind me.

I turn slowly, and there she is—Lyra. Her red hair tied back, bright green eyes wide, brimming with tears. She's wearing her old jumpsuit, smudged with oil stains, the faint scent of metal and grease lingering around her.

"Ly... Lyra?" I breathe, my heart pounding, a lump forming in my throat. Slowly, I get up, drawn to her, afraid to blink in case she might disappear.

Her lips curl into a smile as she steps forward, her voice thick with emotion. "Hi, August... I mean Ryu." She laughs, a tear slipping down her cheek as she reaches for me, and then we're wrapped around each other, holding tight, as if nothing has changed.

Her scent fills me, and for a moment, I'm back in the workshop, working on the Crucible, sharing stolen moments, laughing over bad jokes. It's her—it's really her.

I pull back just enough to look at her, a tear slipping down my own cheek. "You're really here. But... how? Why?"

She laughs, her eyes twinkling as she playfully shakes her head. "Does it really matter how or why?" Her tone is soft, her touch warm.

I swallow hard, shaking my head. "No... I guess it doesn't." I reach out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, her warmth anchoring me. "I... I'm so sorry, Lyra."

She rolls her eyes, that familiar playful smirk crossing her lips. "This again? Ryu, I don't blame you. My death was not your fault. Thanks to you, I got to live my dream."

A tear slips down my face, and she reaches up, gently brushing it away. "The years I had with you were the best years of my life, Ryu. I wouldn't trade them for anything." She squeezes my hand, grounding me. "I thought you'd accepted that."

"I did," I murmur, struggling to keep my voice steady. "But... now I get to apologize to you. Properly."

She squeezes my hand tighter, her expression soft, forgiving. But then, a glow begins to spread over the grasslands, faint at first, then brighter, like sunlight breaking over the horizon. I look around, a sinking feeling settling in my gut as the brightness grows.

"What's going on?" I ask, panic creeping into my voice as the glow intensifies, bathing everything in a surreal, golden light.

August's face softens, a gentle smile on his lips as he watches me. "It was good seeing you again, Ryu."

"Wait!" I reach out, desperation clawing at my chest. "What's happening?"

"Goodbye, Ryu," Lyra says, her voice gentle, her smile unwavering, as if this moment is everything.

The light envelops them, and I feel a surge of emotion rising within me, but then it fades into acceptance, into peace. I smile, my heart full, the gratitude overflowing. "Goodbye, Lyra. Goodbye, August."

The light engulfs me, warm and endless.

⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

I gasp, my eyes flying open as the dim ceiling of the chamber comes into view. Every muscle aches, a dull throb pulses in my head, and my chest feels heavy as I push myself up on my elbows. "What... happened?" I mutter, disoriented, glancing around until my gaze settles on Talia and Nikko, their faces frozen in shock and... is that relief?

"Is something wrong?" I ask, my voice rough. But before I can even blink, they're on me, throwing their arms around me, and I stagger back, nearly toppled by the weight of their embrace. Their warmth seeps into me, melting away the residual chill left in my bones. I let myself sink into the embrace, savoring the comfort of having them close, safe.

"You bastard," Talia whispers against my shoulder, and I can hear the relief in her voice, thick and raw. Nikko holds onto me even tighter, her tiny body trembling against my side, her face buried in my chest. I realize just how much they must have feared the worst.

"I thought I was a goner," I murmur, the reality of the ordeal hitting me in waves. "How am I back?"

"Papa," Nikko's voice is small, shaky, as she lifts her head to meet my eyes, wiping away her tears. "Talia gave you so many healing potions. They must have worked." She sniffles, a tiny smile breaking through her tears.

I smile softly at her, my heart swelling with gratitude. But just as I begin to express my thanks, Talia's hand flies out and cracks sharply across my face. I freeze, stunned, the sting of her slap making my eyes water for a moment as I look back at her in shock.

"Don't you ever do that again!" she shouts, her voice breaking, her eyes blazing with anger and fear. Tears stream down her cheeks, her breath coming fast and uneven, her face flushed with the intensity of her emotions. "I almost believed I'd never see you again." Her voice trembles, vulnerability flashing in her gaze.

My voice is soft, remorseful. "I'm sorry..."

But before I can say more, her hand reaches out to me again—this time, gently, as she leans in, her lips pressing against mine, grounding me in the moment. Her kiss is tender, a wordless reassurance, and I feel her love and relief wrap around me like a warm blanket, washing away the last remnants of fear. When she pulls back, there's a strength in her eyes that makes me want to promise I'll never leave her side.

A strained cough echoes behind us, and I tear my gaze away from Talia. Rebecca lies sprawled against the cold stone, blood pooled beneath her, her skin frighteningly pale. Her right arm sports a deep, ugly wound, and her left arm... it's missing, ending in a raw, jagged stump that bleeds steadily. I feel my stomach twist at the sight as I rush over, kneeling beside her.

"Welcome back, Ryu," she grunts, managing a weak, pained smile, though her eyes are dull with fatigue.

I nod, guilt gnawing at me as I extend my hand over her severed arm. "I'm so sorry," I whisper, summoning a small flame to cauterize the wound. She tenses, a strangled cry escaping her lips, before her body goes limp, her eyes fluttering closed as she slumps unconscious.

"Ryu!" Talia gasps, horror creeping into her tone. "Is she...?"

I shake my head, my voice steady. "She passed out from the pain. But we need to treat her quickly." My gaze shifts toward Apollo, still embedded in the wall, his metallic frame partially crushed by the impact. Extending my arm, I focus on the wall, shifting the stone with a wave of my hand. With a loud thud, Apollo falls from the wall, landing heavily on the ground as his joints creak and groan.

"How are you?" I ask, crouching beside him.

Apollo raises his head, his voice distorted with static. "I-I am fu-functioning at-at forty-three percent eff-efficiency." His voice glitches, each stutter carrying a hint of strain from the damage he's endured.

I nod, determination setting in. "Let's fix that." I raise both arms, concentrating on his frame, pouring every bit of strength I have left into mending him. Slowly, his metal plating begins to glow, the dents smoothing out, the joints realigning, the fractured wiring reconnecting. Each second feels like a weight pressing down on me, my breath growing shallow, my body trembling with exertion.

Finally, I release my hold, slumping back as exhaustion floods through me. Talia catches me, her arm firm around my shoulders, worry etched on her face as she steadies me. Nikko moves close, her little hand reaching for mine, her face tight with concern.

"I'm okay," I say, offering them a reassuring smile between breaths. I turn back to Apollo. "How about now?"

Apollo raises his arms, flexing them, testing each joint carefully before retracting his vibroblade and extending his wrist blasters. He moves his head, nodding with gratitude. "Thank you."

A faint smile tugs at my lips, but it fades as my gaze shifts to the pulsing crystal resting on the ground—the final, silent prison of Vitiate's essence. The crystal glows ominously, a dark aura swirling within, its energy contained yet undeniably potent.

Talia steps forward, her face hard with resolve, her blaster trained on the crystal. But I reach out, lowering her hand gently. "We can't risk Vitiate escaping. For now, he's trapped." I focus, summoning the crystal into my pouch of holdings. Its ominous glow fades as it vanishes into the confines of my bag.

"What will you do with him?" Talia asks, her voice steady but curious.

I smirk, pulling my mask from the ground with the Force, and slipping it back over my face, feeling its familiar weight settle around me. "I have an idea," I reply, the words carrying a hint of purpose, of certainty.

⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

My eyes flutter open, and a dull ache pulses through my head. The world around me is hazy, and for a moment, I struggle to remember where I am. I take in my surroundings—a dimly lit room with smooth, curved walls and faint, rhythmic humming seeping through them. The space feels oddly familiar, yet unfamiliar all the same. I shift, propping myself up, and a sharp sting shoots through my right arm, making me wince. I glance down and see it heavily bandaged, and a dull throb pulses beneath the wrappings.

My left hand instinctively rises to my forehead as I try to make sense of everything. Where am I? What happened? But as I scan the room again, my eyes settle on a figure in the corner, a familiar shape standing silently, watching over me. IG-22. The droid's eyes spin in my direction as it turns its head towards me.

"You are awake," it says in that calm, emotionless tone. But at this moment, I don't care how stoic it sounds. Relief surges through me, and before I can stop myself, I'm on my feet, rushing over to embrace it. My arms wrap around its metallic frame, feeling the cool metal against my skin. IG-22 stands stiffly, its arms hovering awkwardly around me, unsure how to respond to the gesture.

"I'm so happy to see you," I whisper, squeezing it tightly before stepping back, my heart still racing from the relief of finding a familiar face.

A rush of warmth floods my chest at the words. Ryu did it. He managed to repair the droid and...wait—my mind catches up with itself as questions flood in. "How are you here? And... where are we? Where are the others?" I ask, looking around, hoping to see more familiar faces.

IG-22's head tilts slightly. "Master Ryu fixed me." The droid inclines its head slightly. "We are aboard the Crucible. The others are as well," it says simply, the tone flat, calm, as though we were back on a normal day.

The walls hiss as IG-22 turns and moves towards the exit, which I now realize is a set of doors. They slide open with a smooth, mechanical sound, and the droid steps out into the hallway. I watch as the doors hiss shut behind it, leaving me alone in the room again. I shake my head, an amused smile tugging at my lips despite everything. He's still the same. The small comfort of that familiar behavior makes me chuckle.

I feel the urge to find the others, to confirm with my own eyes that they're okay. I turn towards the doors, feeling the cool metal beneath my fingers, wondering how exactly I'm supposed to open them. I take a hesitant step closer, and, as if sensing my approach, the doors hiss and slide open on their own. A small hallway stretches ahead of me, softly lit by overhead lights that curve along the ceiling, casting a gentle glow against the polished floors and walls.

Stepping into the corridor, I notice how quiet everything is—the low hum from the walls and the subtle hiss of the doors are the only sounds echoing through the narrow hall. Each step I take feels surreal, as though I've stepped into a dream. I reach the end of the hallway, and another set of doors parts to reveal a large cockpit, lined with consoles, sleek and polished, all arranged in a circular arc around the wide front windows.

The cockpit is empty, and a small sigh escapes me, my heart sinking a little. But then my eyes drift to the view beyond the windows, and I gasp, my feet carrying me closer on their own. Beyond the glass is a breathtaking expanse—a vast ocean of stars stretching out in every direction, sparkling against the blackness of space. For a moment, I forget everything else, mesmerized by the beauty and vastness before me.

"Where... where are we?" I murmur, unable to tear my eyes from the view.

A sudden, excited beeping interrupts my thoughts, and I turn to see DP-8 rising from the console. It whirls around, zooming over to me, beeping wildly, its small, wiry limbs twitching with enthusiasm. The little droid's excitement brings a smile to my face, though I find myself a bit lost in the stream of beeps.

"Hi, DP-8," I say, stammering a bit as I try to respond, still dazed. I lift a hand to give it a small wave, feeling somewhat silly but comforted by its cheerful presence.

DP-8 beeps in response, its enthusiasm unwavering as it flits around me, making little loops in the air.

"Um..." I hesitate, feeling a bit foolish. "Where are Ryu and the others?"

The droid continues to beep, and I try to listen for any recognizable sounds, any way to decode its frantic chattering, but it's all garbled to me. I offer an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry... what did you say?"

DP-8's response is another stream of excited beeps, one of its four thin arms extending to point behind me. I follow its gesture to see a door to the lift, nestled behind the doors to the hall.

"So, they're... below?" I mumble, mostly to myself. Most likely that large room with the workshop and galley.

"Thank you, DP-8," I say softly, feeling a surge of gratitude.

DP-8 lets out a cheerful beep, giving me a little salute before returning to the console. I smile, watching as it carefully resumes its post, its little appendages hovering over the controls, almost like it's standing guard. The droid beeps one last time before turning back to its tasks, and with a final glance out at the stars, I make my way toward the lift, my heart quickening with every step.

As I step into the lift, a hum reverberates through the walls, and I feel a strange mix of anticipation and apprehension. The journey downward feels both fast and eternal, my thoughts racing. When the lift finally comes to a stop, the doors slide open with a hiss, revealing the cargo room. I step out, glancing around, and the strange scents of metal and machinery hit me. There's a strange comfort in it, the coldness, the stillness of this place.

Turning, I see IG-22 standing silently in the corner, its red eyes glowing steadily as it regards me. The silence of its stare is unnerving but oddly comforting at the same time. After everything we've been through, I never thought I'd feel any reassurance from that familiar red glow.

But something else catches my attention—a large crystal, wrapped tightly in heavy chains and bound to the floor beside IG-22. Its dark surface seems to pulse faintly, almost as if something is alive within it. I frown, feeling a strange pull as I look at it, curiosity stirring, but right now, I have more urgent concerns. I need to see the others.

I climb the stairs and step into a large, open room—a blend of a galley and workshop. My eyes land on Nikko first. She's sitting on the couch, her small frame curled around Lyra's journal, a look of intense concentration on her face as she reads. Apollo stands nearby, arms crossed, his knightly stance protective as always. But Ryu and Talia aren't here.

Nikko's ears perk up when she notices me, and her eyes brighten with recognition. "Rebecca!" she says, a warm smile lighting up her face as she bounds toward me. Before I can react, she's wrapped her arms around me, her enthusiasm pulling a laugh from my lips as I hug her back tightly, my relief flooding over me. She feels solid, real—she's safe. We're safe.

As we break the embrace, I make my way over to Apollo, and to my surprise, he opens his arms for a hug. I accept, and he gently wraps his metal arms around me. "It's good to see you, Rebecca," he says, his tone calm with a hint of relief.

I step back, nodding. "It's good to see you too, Apollo." The relief in my voice is undeniable, my heart still pounding. "Where... where are we?" I ask, looking around, taking in the surroundings that feel both familiar and strange.

"Approximately twenty-three million, four hundred and twenty-seven thousand kilometers from Aranthia," he replies, his voice calm as ever.

I blink, taken aback. "That... that far?" A slight panic creeps into my voice. "Why are we that far away from Aranthia?"

Nikko's face lights up, her tail swishing back and forth, her cat ears perking up as she chimes in. "Papa wants to destroy that mean Sith Lord for good," she says excitedly. "He's going to send him to the sun!"

I look between them, startled. "The sun?"

Apollo nods. "The sun's heat is sufficient to destroy every remaining trace of Vitiate. Ryu intends to ensure his complete and final end."

My breath catches, the gravity of it sinking in, along with another troubling thought. "Wait... where is Vitiate now?"

Nikko steps closer, her tone gleeful. "Papa turned him into a giant crystal! It was so cool! He glowed and then—poof!—he became a giant crystal."

The realization strikes me as I remember the crystal I saw in the cargo room, bound in heavy chains under IG-22's vigilant watch. "That crystal in the cargo room... that's Vitiate?" My voice is barely above a whisper.

Apollo and Nikko nod, and I let out a shaky breath, awe and disbelief washing over me. "Ryu... turned Vitiate, something that powerful, into a mana crystal?"

Nikko bounces on her toes, nodding eagerly. "He did! Papa was amazing!"

I place a hand on my chest, feeling a mix of relief and shock. To think Ryu could wield such power. I feel a sense of finality settling over me. Vitiate, gone for good. I feel a weight lifting from my chest, a sense of peace I haven't felt in ages. "So... Vitiate will really be destroyed? For good?"

Apollo nods once. "For good."

Relief courses through me, followed by a question. "Where are Talia and Ryu?"

Apollo's red eyes seem to shift ever so slightly, an unusual flicker in his gaze. "They are in their quarters," he says. "We are not to disturb them."

"Talia made that very clear," Nikko adds with an innocent nod.

A sly grin spreads across my face as I piece together what not to disturb probably means. I decide not to comment, though; Nikko is far too young to understand, and I don't want to plant any ideas.

Apollo's gaze turns back to me. "How is your new hand? Adjusting well to it?" he asks.

I blink, momentarily thrown off. "New hand?" I glance down at my left arm, and my eyes widen as I see it—metal fingers, metal palm, sleek and intricate, glinting under the lights. I hadn't even noticed. My entire left hand and a portion of my forearm... they're artificial. A mixture of awe and disbelief fills me as I flex the fingers, each joint moving smoothly, perfectly. It's as if I'm moving my own hand, yet... there's no sensation. I press my real hand against it, feeling the cool metal, but no warmth, no touch comes back from it.

"Ryu made that for you shortly after he fixed the Crucible and we departed," Apollo explains, watching me as I continue to examine my new arm. "Any discomfort?"

I shake my head slowly, still flexing my fingers, testing my grip. It's remarkable, flawless in its design... yet strange, too. "No," I say softly, glancing up at Apollo. "It feels... strange. But other than that, just fine."

I can't help but marvel at it, at the craftsmanship, the thoughtfulness behind it. Despite the loss, there's something strangely beautiful about this new part of me. I smile faintly, allowing myself a moment to admire Ryu's work, and then look back at Nikko and Apollo, feeling a renewed sense of gratitude for all of them.

⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

The door hisses open, and Ryu and Talia step out. Relief and joy swell up in me at the sight of them, and I can't help but smile, especially as I catch Talia's flushed face and the small, satisfied grin curling on her lips. It confirms what I'd suspected they were doing in there—though I'd never say it aloud. Ryu's approach is slower, weariness evident in his posture, his concern focused solely on me as he steps forward.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice soft yet brimming with worry.

In the background, I see Talia move toward the dining area. She fiddles with a strange machine in the kitchenette, presumably making tea. The sight is comforting, even if the machine looks nothing like what I'm used to.

"I'm fine," I respond with a faint chuckle, but his concern throws me off. "Why do you look so worried, Ryu?"

His voice drops, tinged with a sadness that makes my stomach twist. "You... don't remember, do you?"

My gaze shifts to meet his, and even though the mask hides his face, the tension and care radiating from him are impossible to ignore. The memories begin to surface, hazy at first, but then—clear and terrifying.

"I remember bits and pieces..." I begin, but then the rush of images hits me all at once. Vitiate taking control of Ryu, his body moving with deadly precision against us. The helplessness, the sheer dread of watching him strike down Apollo, then Talia, and finally myself. The last thing I remember is darkness, slipping under its weight, and my body weakening, my blood pooling...

I glance down at my left arm, feeling a strange disconnect as I lift it. My fingers are sleek metal, jointed and gleaming under the light. I flex them slowly, watching them move precisely as they should, yet feeling nothing in return. A chill runs through me, and my breath catches.

"You lost a lot of blood," Ryu says, his voice carrying the weight of it. "You wouldn't wake up. Your heartbeat was so faint, and we had no healing potions left...no bacta spray, nothing..."

The reality of how close I came to death sinks in, and I lower myself onto the couch, unable to keep my balance. Nikko slips beside me, her hand resting gently on mine, her bright eyes filled with worry and kindness. I reach for her hand, feeling the comfort of her small fingers, and let out a long breath.

"Luckily," Ryu continues, "one of us has a matching blood type."

I look up, surprised, searching his face. "Who?"

My eyes scan the room, catching Apollo's gaze, but he remains silent. Talia, now carrying a steaming mug, hands it to me with a warm smile before shaking her head to indicate it wasn't her. Nikko looks up at me with a sweet, but knowing smile, and shakes her head too.

Finally, my eyes land on Ryu, who simply nods.

"You?" I whisper, shock tinged with a hint of frustration. "Haven't you done enough already?"

The words spill out before I can stop them, a testament to the flood of gratitude and guilt filling me. Here he is, barely recovered himself, and he's risking everything again just to bring me back.

"He wouldn't stop," Talia interjects, her eyes narrowing at Ryu, though there's a trace of affection beneath her exasperation. "He insisted on giving you blood, even though I told him how dangerous it was for him."

Ryu shrugs, his gaze meeting mine, a resolve in his tone that feels both steady and unyielding. "I wasn't going to let you die," he says simply.

Talia turns back to him, her tone sharpened by a mix of relief and irritation. "You almost died, again!" The way she emphasizes that last word, shooting him a look, says everything.

"Again?" I echo, feeling a new wave of shock settle over me. Knowing he came so close once... but twice? I don't know what to say, and I can only look at him, taking in the weight of his sacrifice.

Ryu stands there, his shoulders firm, as if bearing all of this is just another part of his duty. "I won't trouble you with more details," he says, his voice gentle. "You're here, and that's what matters."

I glance down at my hand again, the cold metal and lifeless fingers feeling foreign, a constant reminder of everything that's happened. I flex them once more, watching them move, though they feel entirely apart from me.

"How's the hand?" Ryu asks, his voice softer now, the concern slipping back in.

"It feels... strange," I admit, my voice trembling slightly. "Uneasy. Like it's not really mine." The metallic gleam and the cold sensation unsettle me deeply, though I know it was the only way to save what was left of my arm.

"You'll get used to it," he replies gently. There's something in his tone—a sadness, perhaps, or maybe regret—that makes me feel he understands far more than he's letting on.

A nagging question presses at the back of my mind, persistent and unshakable. I glance up at Ryu, his face masked, but I can still sense the weariness in him.

"Ryu," I ask, hesitating. "How long was I out?"

He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Four days," he says, his voice carrying a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

The words hit me like a wave, and my breath catches. Four days? I stare at him, trying to wrap my mind around it, the gravity of the situation settling heavily. He kept me alive... for four days.

"Between taking care of you and fixing the Crucible," Ryu continues, his tone softened, "it took a lot from me." There's a weight in his words, a vulnerability he rarely shows, and it makes my heart ache with gratitude.

Unable to hold back, I stand and move toward him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him close. "Thank you, Ryu," I whisper, my voice trembling. My heart feels full, overwhelmed by everything he's done, and a few tears slip down my cheeks. "I don't even know how to repay you."

Ryu's arms encircle me, warm and steady, holding me like a protective shield. "You don't owe me anything," he says quietly, his voice soft and steady.

Suddenly, Talia and Nikko join the embrace, their warmth wrapping around us. I can feel Talia's gentle strength as she squeezes my shoulder, and Nikko's small arms tighten around me, her happiness radiating through her touch. The closeness of them all, the love and loyalty, is so tangible I feel like I could stay here forever, held together by these bonds we've formed.

I glance over at Apollo, still standing silently in the corner, watching us with his usual stoic posture. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips.

"Oh, come here already," Talia says, her voice carrying a warmth that even Apollo can't ignore. With a subtle tilt of his head, he steps forward, his metal frame rigid as he joins us, his arms reluctantly wrapping around the group in a slightly awkward but sincere embrace. It's like we've created a small fortress in this moment, each of us a pillar in the circle.

We stay that way for a while, just breathing together, holding on, until a familiar, excited beeping breaks through the silence, its beeps echoing all over the room.

"What's going on?" I ask as we reluctantly break apart from the embrace, everyone except for Ryu and Apollo turning to where the beeps could be coming from.

"We have arrived," Ryu says, a quiet strength in his words.

⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

We gather in the cockpit, staring out at the sun—a colossal, glowing inferno suspended in the dark expanse of space. Its light floods the viewport, softened by the tinted windows, but the vastness of it, the sheer power, is impossible to ignore. I feel the reality settle deep within me: Vitiate, confined within that crystal, is about to be gone. Really gone.

For so long, he's haunted every decision, every moment of my life. I've fought him, wrestled with his control, but his presence was always there, a dark, looming shadow. And now, watching the crystal drift away, something stirs in me. A hope I haven't dared to feel.

IG-22 steps forward from the back of the cockpit, silent as ever. "The crystal is ready to be jettisoned," it states, moving with its usual precision as it brings up a control panel, preparing the release. The moment I've been waiting for is here, right in front of me. My finger hovers over the button, reluctant, my mind tangled in memories and doubts.

"You can do this," Talia whispers, her voice soft but sure.

I close my eyes, feeling the weight of everything pressing in. "My entire life... I thought I'd escaped, that maybe I could finally live without his grip. But he was always there, even in Aranthia... still pulling the strings, manipulating my choices." My voice wavers, the pain too familiar.

"Not all of your choices," she whispers, her grip tightening slightly. "You've made your own choices too."

Apollo's calm, low voice joins hers. "Lyra would be proud of you, Ryu."

"And August," Talia adds. Their voices ground me, their presence a reminder of what I've gained, of who I've become in spite of him.

I stare down at the button. It's one press—simple, final. But my hand hesitates, the weight of it all settling into my bones. "Why... why is this so difficult?"

One by one, hands cover mine. Talia, Nikko, Rebecca, Apollo—even IG-22, and finally DP-8 with a soft beep and a tiny mechanical arm. Together, we press the button.

The control panel lights up, and a faint alarm sounds. With a hiss and a low hum, the release mechanism activates. The crystal, heavy and dark, drifts forward and out of the cargo hold. For a moment, it floats in the void, bound in the heavy chains we secured it with. And then, almost imperceptibly, it begins to shift, pulled by the sun's far-reaching gravity.

We watch in silence as it moves away from us. It tumbles, tiny against the immense backdrop of the star, vanishing as it plunges into the glowing sphere. There's nothing for a moment, just the faintest wisp of fire as it descends deeper and deeper, until the burning shape of it disappears entirely.

It's quiet. Almost too quiet. I'm holding my breath, waiting... hoping.

And then, a blinding flash of light blooms from where the crystal vanished, cutting through the sun's surface. The brightness pierces through the cockpit's tint, forcing us all to turn away, and in that blinding moment, I feel it—a sensation, overwhelming and unmistakable. His presence... gone. Like a door shutting in the darkness. Like a weight lifting. The remnants of Vitiate, his power, his control... erased in an instant.

A relief, powerful and pure, crashes into me, leaving me breathless. The ache in my chest fades, and for the first time, the shadow I've lived with is simply... gone. He's gone. The monster who haunted me, who twisted my choices, my life, all this time. Vitiate is truly gone.

I look around at the others, their faces lit with awe and a quiet, knowing peace. Talia's hand remains on mine, her gaze steady and soft, and I feel Nikko warmth around mine, her eyes shining with relief.

I breathe out, and it feels like breathing for the first time.

I look down at my hand, still feeling the lingering warmth of everyone's touch. It's a strange realization—their hands were there, steadying me through the final push, holding me in place as I let go of a fear I thought would follow me forever. Their support felt like a shield, each hand giving me the strength I needed to finally end it.

Talia's voice pulls me from my thoughts. "How are you feeling, Ryu?" she asks, her eyes searching mine, her voice soft but filled with relief.

I take a deep breath, reaching for the right words. "Like... like a splinter that I could never get out. It was always there, just... nagging at me, buried so deep it was almost a part of me." I pause, shaking my head slightly. "And now it's finally gone." I laugh, realizing how simple it sounds. "Not the best analogy, I know, but it feels so good, knowing he's truly gone."

A gentle smile spreads across her face, her gaze warm. "I'm glad," she says softly, reaching for my hand one more time, squeezing it gently. And then, without warning, she tugs me toward the lift. "Now you can finally get the rest you need."

I pull back, hesitating. "But Talia, I still need to check on Rebecca—make sure she's alright." I glance toward Apollo, hoping he'll back me up, but he simply inclines his head, almost as if he's siding with Talia on this.

"Apollo can do that," Talia insists, not missing a beat.

"But... I still need to reach out to your father and King Bjorn. They deserve to know what happened," I protest, trying to keep my footing as she gently but firmly pulls me along.

"I'll take care of that," she says, her voice leaving no room for argument.

"But—"

"No buts, Ryu. You promised me you would rest." Her tone is gentle but unyielding, her eyes meeting mine with that determined gleam I've come to recognize. "Now you can."

I feel the tension in me loosen, just a bit, and with a deep sigh, I let go, knowing she's right. "Oh, alright," I mumble, finally allowing myself to acknowledge the exhaustion seeping into my bones. There's no argument left in me now. I've fought enough.

As we reach the lift, I look over my shoulder at DP-8. "DP-8, you've got the helm," I tell it, watching as it beeps in acknowledgment before it resumes its watchful position over the controls.

"Papa!" Nikko's voice chimes in, bright with excitement. "Can I rest with you?" She clasps my hand, her eyes wide with hopeful eagerness.

I chuckle softly, reaching down to ruffle her hair. "Of course, Nikko. We could all use some rest."

Rebecca's voice reaches us as we're stepping into the lift. "How long will it take for us to get back to Aranthia?" she asks, her tone laced with the slightest edge of impatience.

"About two days," I respond, feeling a twinge of sympathy as she lets out a resigned groan. The lift doors slide closed, sealing us off, and I feel myself leaning back, the quiet hum of the ship settling into my mind. The journey has felt endless, and now the prospect of peace feels almost surreal.

As the lift descends, Talia rests her hand on my arm, giving me a gentle nudge. I meet her eyes, catching the warmth in them, and realize that for the first time in ages, I don't have to worry anymore. I can finally, finally rest.

⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

The grandeur of Eldorith's royal throne room is breathtaking. The high, vaulted ceiling stretches above, with sunlight streaming in through towering stained-glass windows, casting brilliant hues of blue, green, and gold across the floor. Ornate tapestries line the walls, each one depicting scenes of past Eldorian triumphs and legends, and before us stand King Bjorn, Queen Ameria, and their son, Prince Ragnar, seated regally in their thrones, their faces solemn yet filled with respect and pride.

We kneel, heads bowed, on the polished marble floor, feeling the weight of the moment pressing upon us. The silence in the room is profound; not a single murmur or rustle from the crowd that flanks us on either side, rows of noblemen, women, and Eldorian soldiers in ceremonial armor, each standing at attention. I can sense DP-8 perched on my shoulder, its beeps absent as if even the droid recognizes the gravity of the occasion. My heart pounds as I feel the eyes of the entire court upon us.

Among the crowd, I catch a glimpse of King Alduin and Queen Myra, their faces alight with joy and pride, their eyes shining as they watch us kneeling before the throne. King Bjorn, his robust frame cloaked in royal blue and adorned with a golden crown, rises slowly from his throne and descends the steps with a commanding presence. His sword, a masterfully crafted weapon with intricate engravings along the blade, catches the light as he approaches, each step a deliberate and dignified movement. He stops before me, and though he doesn't lift his sword with hostile intent, the air is charged with ceremony.

The king holds his sword flat, the blade parallel to my shoulder, and he lightly taps the blunt side of the blade on my right shoulder, then my left. My heart swells, knowing what this means. King Bjorn's voice, strong and resonant, echoes through the chamber. "Rise, Sir Ryu." As I stand, I feel a quiet pride, a smile hidden beneath my mask as I lift my head.

The king moves to Talia, repeating the solemn gesture. "Rise, Sir Talia." She stands, beaming, though she struggles to contain her joy, her posture reflecting the honor and respect she feels.

King Bjorn approaches each of our companions in turn. "Rise, Sir Apollo." Apollo stands tall, his armor gleaming in the sunlight. "Rise, Sir Rebecca," he calls, his voice filling the room, and Rebecca rises, her expression one of respect mixed with pride.

The king moves next to Nikko, who kneels with barely restrained excitement. "Rise, Sir Nikko." She jumps to her feet, grinning from ear to ear, her tail swishing with joy, unable to contain her excitement as the crowd lets out a small chuckle at her enthusiasm.

Finally, he steps in front of IG-22, the droid's red eyes unwavering. "Rise, Sir IG-22," Bjorn declares, and the droid stands without a sound, as still and emotionless as ever.

King Bjorn steps back, surveying us all, his voice carrying over the gathered crowd. "For preventing great calamity from falling upon Aranthia, for stopping a great evil from rising, and for saving not just Eldoria, but all kingdoms of Aranthia, I hereby grant you the titles of Knights of Eldoria."

The chamber erupts into cheers, the nobles and soldiers raising their fists, clapping and calling out praises. The noise fills the vast room, the echo of celebration resounding off the walls. I look around, seeing Talia's eyes shining, Nikko's face lit up with pure joy, Rebecca nodding with a look of satisfaction and pride, and even Apollo seems to straighten with a sense of honor.

"The heroes of Eldoria," King Bjorn proclaims, his voice booming, "the heroes of Aranthia!" The cheering grows louder, reverberating like thunder, a crescendo of admiration and gratitude. For a moment, I feel a warmth spread through me, a sense of belonging in a place where I once felt like an outsider.

King Bjorn raises a hand to quiet the room, his voice calling out over the softened noise. "And now, let us make our way to the banquet hall to celebrate this victory!"

We follow the gathered royals and soldiers out of the throne room, down a grand corridor lined with statues of past kings and heroes, until we reach a set of wide, ornate doors that swing open to reveal the royal dining hall. It's a sight to behold—a long, grand table covered in pristine white cloth, piled high with the finest foods Eldoria has to offer. Golden-roasted meats, platters of vibrant fruits, exotic cheeses, and countless delicacies glisten under the glow of the massive chandeliers above. Barrels of wine and ale are rolled in by servants, their polished brass spouts gleaming, while a group of musicians in one corner strikes up a lively tune.

Everyone gathers around the table, nobles and heroes alike, each taking a seat amidst the buzz of conversation and laughter. I find myself seated between Talia and Nikko, Rebecca beside Nikko, each of us basking in the celebratory air. The sight of such a feast fills me with a sense of wonder, a reminder of the gratitude and respect the people of Eldoria hold for us. The droids have long left, returning to the Crucible.

King Alduin and Queen Myra are seated across from me, and King Alduin raises his glass to us with a proud nod. I nod back in respect, feeling a deep bond with the elven king who had been steadfast in his support throughout our journey.

As the lively chatter fills the room, King Bjorn rises at the head of the table, a broad smile on his face as he lifts his goblet and taps it with a silver knife, the ringing sound drawing the room to silence. The musicians pause, all eyes turning to him.

"I want to raise my glass today," King Bjorn begins, his voice strong and filled with gratitude, "not just to the heroes of Aranthia, but to King Alduin and Queen Myra, who brought essential aid to my people in our time of need." He turns to them, his smile warm. "I can't thank you enough," he says, lifting his goblet in a gesture of honor.

King Alduin lifts his own goblet, his expression one of quiet pride. "It was our privilege, King Bjorn."

A wave of cheers follows, and King Bjorn continues, his voice filled with pride. "It brings me great joy to report that Eldoria is returning to normal. The wildlife has begun to return to our forests, the waters of our rivers are no longer bitter, and our crops have begun to grow again. The illness that plagued our lands has finally lifted." He pauses, his gaze resting on each of us in turn. "For that, you have my deepest thanks."

I feel the weight of his words settle in, the reality of our actions and sacrifices taking root as I glance around at my companions, each one of them sharing in this profound moment.

"So, eat and drink until you are merry!" King Bjorn's voice rings out, and the hall erupts in cheers once more as he sits, the feast officially begun.

The music resumes, lively and joyous, as plates and goblets are filled, and laughter ripples down the long table. Talia leans over, nudging me with a playful grin. "Not bad for someone who wasn't sure he could handle all this, hmm?"

I chuckle, feeling the warmth of the room settle over me. "It's more than I ever expected," I admit, my voice soft. "But I couldn't have done it alone."

Nikko, barely able to contain her excitement, digs into the food, her tail flicking in delight. "Papa, this is amazing!" she exclaims, her voice filled with awe as she tries nearly everything within reach.

Rebecca chuckles, taking a sip of her wine as she watches Nikko with fond amusement. "I have to admit, it feels good to see everyone in such high spirits."

Talia raises her goblet, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leans toward me. "To new beginnings?" she asks, her gaze warm and hopeful.

I clink my goblet against hers, nodding. "To new beginnings," I echo, feeling the weight of those words as they hang in the air.

As the night deepens, I take a moment to look around, taking in the laughter, the clinking of goblets, the music filling the hall. For so long, I had been haunted by shadows, by threats lurking at every turn. But here, surrounded by those I trust, those I care for, a profound peace settles over me, a feeling I realize I had been searching for all along.

The food and drink flow freely, each dish a testament to Eldoria's culture and hospitality, each glass raised a reminder of the battles won, of the friendships forged in the crucible of fire. I catch Talia's eye, and she smiles at me, her hand finding mine under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. I squeeze back, grateful beyond words for her steady presence through every step of this journey.

King Bjorn stands once more, calling for another toast, his voice carrying the weight of pride and relief. "To Aranthia's heroes," he proclaims, his gaze meeting each of ours, his respect unmistakable. "May their courage and honor continue to inspire us all."

I raise my glass high, my voice joining in with the others as we toast to the journey, to the land we fought to protect, and to the family I've found amidst it all.

As the hours drift by, the grand feast gradually winds down. One by one, the royals begin to take their leave, each bidding farewell to King Bjorn and Queen Ameria with words of gratitude for the wonderful banquet. The night's lively chatter quiets as the crowd thins, and soon only a handful of guests remain, engaged in relaxed conversation, their laughter mingling softly with the fading notes of the musicians' last song.

Some nobles have fallen asleep right at the table, heads resting on their arms or nestled into plush cushions, lost in dreams beneath the dim glow of chandeliers. Watching them, I'm reminded of the feast back in Greenhill. I smile, recalling how the townsfolk had celebrated so wholeheartedly, despite all the hardships they'd faced. King Bjorn had told me earlier how Greenhill, like the rest of Eldoria, had suffered through recent calamities yet pulled through in the end. I feel a pang of nostalgia and a warm sense of relief—perhaps I'll pay Greenhill a visit sometime soon.

A gentle pat on my shoulder brings me back to the present, and I turn to see King Bjorn standing there, King Alduin by his side. "Ryu," Bjorn says quietly, "would you join us in my study?"

I glance over to check on everyone. Nikko has fallen fast asleep in her seat, her soft breathing barely audible, her head resting against Rebecca, who looks pleasantly buzzed, her eyes half-lidded as she talks animatedly with a couple of the remaining guests. Talia, meanwhile, is deep in conversation with her mother, Queen Myra, both of them laughing softly over something private.

Not wanting to disturb them, I nod to the two kings and quietly follow them out of the banquet hall. They lead me down a long, dimly lit corridor to King Bjorn's study. The room is grand yet welcoming, lined with dark wooden shelves filled with old books, scrolls, and artifacts that exude history. Massive windows span one wall, offering a breathtaking view of Eldoria, the city bathed in the cool light of the stars. Though it's difficult to make out the finer details of the cityscape so late in the night, the faint glow of street lanterns weaves through the streets below, like rivers of light cradling the kingdom's heart.

Bjorn gestures toward a wide, comfortable couch near the window, and I sit down, feeling the plush fabric under me. King Alduin takes the chair beside me, and Bjorn settles into an armchair across from us. He leans forward, a look of gratitude and respect on his face.

"I wanted to thank you personally, Ryu," Bjorn begins, his voice warm and genuine.

"Your Highness, there's no need for that," I say, shaking my head. "You've thanked me and my companions more than enough already."

Bjorn chuckles softly. "Here in my study, with only friends present, you don't have to be so formal. Just call me Bjorn," he says with a welcoming smile, and I nod, relaxing slightly.

Bjorn's expression turns thoughtful. "Is there anything you want, Ryu?"

I blink, surprised. "You want to give me more? Bjorn, the banquet, the knighting... that was more than enough," I say, genuinely humbled.

Bjorn exchanges a knowing look with Alduin, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "That was just for the public, Ryu. A formality, you might say," he explains, leaning back in his chair. "We want to grant you something truly meaningful. Whatever you wish for."

"Something that belongs to you alone," Alduin adds, nodding in agreement.

The offer hangs in the air, and I look between them, their expressions sincere and unwavering. "Are you certain?" I ask, my voice cautious but curious.

Bjorn nods firmly. "Without question. Whatever you want, Ryu—name it, and it's yours."

The room is silent as I consider this. The idea of asking for anything is... strange. After everything, I have my friends, my freedom, and peace—for the first time in years, I feel content. But then Bjorn, with a mischievous glint in his eye, raises a suggestion with a chuckle. "Perhaps my daughter's hand in marriage?"

Beside him, Alduin's face shifts subtly. His brows knit together in what seems like mild annoyance, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes. "Bjorn..." he says in a low, restrained tone.

Bjorn waves off Alduin's reaction with an amused grin, clearly not bothered. "Oh, come now, Alduin, it's just a suggestion," he says with a carefree chuckle.

I shake my head, laughing lightly as I respond, "Thank you, but I'm already spoken for."

Bjorn lets out a hearty laugh, seeming satisfied with my answer, and Alduin's expression softens, a hint of approval in his gaze. "Fair enough," Bjorn says. "But the offer still stands—whatever you truly desire, Ryu."

I take a deep breath, leaning back in the chair as I reflect. "Honestly, I already have everything I ever wanted," I begin, my mind sifting through the moments of hardship and joy that have led me here. But then, an idea forms—a future, one I hadn't allowed myself to consider until now. I meet Bjorn's gaze, my voice resolute. "I'd like a piece of land—a place where I can build a home for myself and my family."

Bjorn's face lights up with a broad smile. "Granted," he says without hesitation. "It will be yours, wherever you wish."

I nod gratefully, then turn to Alduin, my gaze steady as I make my next request. "And with your permission, Alduin... I would like your daughter's hand in marriage."

Alduin's expression softens, a gleam of pride in his eyes, though there's a faint look in his eyes, as if he already knew my request. "Is that so?" he asks, the approval in his tone unmistakable, as though he'd hoped for this outcome all along.

I nod, feeling the depth of my own words. "She completes me," I say, my voice unshaken. "I can't see a future without her."

Alduin's smile widens, and he nods, clearly pleased. "Only on one condition," he says, a note of playfulness entering his voice.

"Name it," I reply, ready to agree to anything he asks.

Alduin chuckles, leaning back. "The wedding shall be held in Inyeth Themar," he says, his eyes gleaming with pride for his homeland.

A laugh escapes me, soft but genuine, and I nod. "Of course, Alduin. I wouldn't want it anywhere else."

Bjorn chuckles, watching us both with a look of satisfaction. "Then it's settled," he says. He reaches over to a decanter on a small side table, pouring the deep, rich wine into three goblets. The aroma of the aged vintage fills the air, adding a subtle warmth to the already intimate moment.

Handing one goblet to Alduin and another to me, he lifts his own, the ruby liquid catching the soft candlelight. He meets both our gazes with a proud, almost paternal gleam in his eyes.

"To new beginnings," Bjorn declares, his voice rich with emotion, "and to the union of two kingdoms."

Alduin nods with a smile, holding his goblet high. I raise mine as well, feeling the weight of the moment settle over me like a mantle of honor. The three goblets meet with a quiet clink, each of us sharing in a silent promise of what lies ahead, and I take a sip, savoring the bold flavor of the wine and the significance of this moment. I take a deep breath, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace settle within me.

⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

I stand outside the Crucible, feeling the weight of this moment settle around me. The clearing is silent save for the occasional rustle of leaves, and beyond us, the city of Eldorith feels distant, like a memory I'm already beginning to carry with me.

"Are you sure?" Talia's voice is soft, a hint of sadness lacing her question as she looks at me.

I nod, trying to keep my voice light. "I've had enough of world-ending adventures," I say with a chuckle, but my smile falters as I meet her eyes. "But... being an adventurer, it's not such a terrifying idea anymore." I glance down at my left hand, now covered by a leather glove. "Besides," I add, a glint of excitement slipping through, "King Bjorn is giving me access to the royal library. How could I pass that up?"

Talia's face softens, and before I can react, she pulls me into a tight embrace. "You better keep in touch," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

I hold her close, savoring the warmth and familiarity. "You too," I reply, a soft chuckle escaping me, though I can feel the ache of goodbye tightening in my chest. We pull apart, and there's an unspoken understanding between us—a promise.

Then Nikko steps forward, her big, tear-brimmed eyes staring up at me. We embrace, her small arms wrapping around me with a surprising strength. "You take care, Nikko," I say, my voice wavering. "Listen to your father and Talia, okay?"

She sniffles, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. "You'll come visit us, right?" she asks, wiping a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand.

I smile, nodding. "Of course, Nikko. Count on it."

I move to Apollo, and he opens his arms, inviting me in for a hug. I sink into his embrace, feeling his solid frame, that same silent protector he's always been. "Keep an eye on Nikko, okay?" I say, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He pulls back, his gentle eyes meeting mine. "Two eyes," he replies, "as much as I can spare them."

I let out a small laugh, easing some of the heaviness in my chest, and step back to find IG-22 standing just behind him. I start to reach out, but the droid raises a metal hand, stopping me in my tracks.

"I do not like hugs," it states, its tone as blunt as ever.

A chuckle slips out, and I nod. "Of course. I wouldn't want to break protocol." But then IG-22 surprises me, its head tilting slightly.

"I am... glad you proved me wrong," it says, each word as if measured, and a warm smile tugs at my lips.

"Turns out, you can fight after all," the droid adds, and I can't help but feel a strange, unexpected pride in that acknowledgment.

DP-8 rolls forward, its sad, melodic beeps filling the air. "DP-8 wishes you a safe journey," Apollo relays. "And that it will miss you very much."

A small pang of sadness tugs at me, and I crouch down to DP-8's level. "I'm not leaving forever, DP-8. I'll be back soon," I assure it, my hand resting gently on its dome. It lets out a few more beeps in response, and I give it one last pat.

Finally, I turn to Ryu, who's standing with his mask in hand, his face open and honest in a way that still surprises me. Without a word, we step into an embrace. "Thank you," I murmur, feeling the emotion build up inside me. "For everything. I won't waste my second chance."

As we pull back, I reach for my blasters, ready to hand them over. But Ryu stops me, his hand resting over mine.

"They'd just gather dust if I took them back," he says, his voice gentle. "They're in good hands."

A smile breaks through my sadness, and I nod, feeling a newfound confidence settle over me. He dons his mask once more, his familiar voice slightly distorted as he bids me farewell. "Safe travels, Rebecca."

I watch as they all ascend the ramp, their figures disappearing one by one. The ramp slowly lifts, sealing them inside. I step back, giving them space, my heart pounding as the Crucible roars to life. The ground trembles beneath me as the engines hum, the power radiating from the ship, and I shield my eyes against the light as it begins to rise.

The landing ramp retracts, becoming part of the sleek hull, and the ship hovers, its engines glowing like distant stars. For a moment, I can only watch, the reality of goodbye settling into my bones. The Crucible rises higher, piercing the sky, a beacon of light and strength, carrying my friends toward a new journey.

And then, they're gone, leaving me standing alone in the clearing, with only the echoes of their presence and the promise of future reunions.

I turn to face Eldorith, the grand city sprawling in the distance. Its towers rise high, gilded with the light of the setting sun, casting a warm glow over its ancient stone. A mix of emotions fills me—my heart aches, but alongside it is something unexpected: a sense of pride, deeper and stronger than before.

I take a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs, grounding myself in this new beginning. A small smile tugs at my lips, and with each step toward the city, the ache in my heart softens. I can already feel the excitement bubbling up within me, my mind wandering to all the places I want to explore, the stories I want to share with my friends when I'll see them again.