The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the land that Zahra and Kael now called their own. Though the Veil had been broken and the Hollow sealed, the world felt as if it were still catching its breath, waiting for the next step in its renewal. The winds that had once carried whispers of doom now seemed to hum with the promise of something different—something new.
Zahra stood near the edge of the hill, her gaze sweeping over the rolling plains that stretched endlessly before her. The land seemed to breathe alongside her, as if it too were alive, recovering from the wounds of the past. The battle had been won, but the work was far from over.
“We did it,” she whispered, her voice a soft murmur that barely reached Kael’s ears.
Kael stood beside her, his arms crossed ove
