Epilogue
Two souls, torn apart once more, yet bound by a thread older than stars.
Koen bleeds agony and rage in the dark, chains biting his skin.
Serenya burns with grief and fire, her shadows clawing toward him across the void.
Neither yields. Neither breaks.
Across the distance, across every barrier, their bond beats steady—like a heartbeat breaking through the silence. A promise made against despair.
They don’t know yet how, or when, or what it will cost.
All they know is they’ll find each other.
Once on a battlefield soaked in blood and starlight, he swore it with his last breath:
I will find you in the next life.
Now, that vow isn’t just a hope anymore. It’s a certainty.
When they meet again, the world will tremble. Light and shadow, dawn and dusk, their fury will destroy everything that dares to stand between them.
He has lost everything.
She has endured too much.
Together, they will become something no kingdom, no god, and no fate can withstand.
Not lovers reborn. Not victims. But reckoning itself.
For love. For vengeance. For him.
The hunt has begun.