AFTERMATH The keep stilled. The shadow army collapsed—not dead, but free. Above, the battle slowed… then stopped. Light had won. Not by destruction. But by breaKing control. Selene leaned into Draco, exhausted but alive. Draco held her, steady, present—himself. “It’s over,” she whispered. He looked at her, gold eyes clear. “No,” he said softly. “It’s just beginning. When the battle finally ended, silence fell. And with it… release. The darkness that had been forced into them—the poison that twisted their thoughts and chained their souls—was gone. Cleansed. Torn out completely. Seraphine gasped softly, her body trembling as something unfamiliar filled the space the darkness had left. Peace. Across from her, Draven lifted his head slowly, as though seeing the world for the

