Third person POV:
Sunlight came out through open archways across Ember Square, gleam off the polished stone and glass canopy sails that rippling gently in the morning breeze. Duskbane moved as it always did after a long night: bakers opening fire pit shutters, vendors arranging crystal fruits into symmetrical displays and bringing out new fresh fruits, and children racing between pillars while rotating clock signals hummed softly overhead.
Life was moving ahead.
And with it, for the first time in days, the team walked.
Lincoln moved at an slow pace beside Ayaana along while watching the kids play. The Chrono-Forge remained at his side—locked in its simplest sword form—runes dim with controlled resonance. He felt stable. Not fully healed—but stable enough to be present in the world agai
