The morning sun, filtered through the new growth of Aethernia's reconstructed canopy, cast dappled light across the sprawling meadow. It had been months since the system had been wrestled from Nyx’s tyrannical grip, since Kael had dismantled the Admin panel, choosing true freedom over controlled order. Now, a gentle breeze carried the scent of wild herbs and fresh-tilled earth, mingling with the murmur of a hundred conversations.
Kael sat on a rough-hewn bench, meticulously carving a bird from a piece of reclaimed wood. His hands, once adept at manipulating entire lines of code, now struggled with the delicate curves of a digital feather. Beside him, Lyra reviewed a parchment scroll, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was still the 'System Champion' in the hearts of many, but now her
