Aqua laughed softly—a pure, musical sound.
"It's over," she said, wonder in her voice. "Truly over."
Leon stood quietly, arms crossed, a deep calm settling over him.
He had spent so long preparing for endless war, endless struggle. Now... there was only space to breathe. To build. To live.
Roman leaned back against a pillar, smiling faintly.
"Guess we're out of a job."
"Not out of a purpose," Roselia corrected, smiling. "Our mission just changed."
Millim punched the air, grinning wildly.
"Finally! We can make stuff instead of breaking it!"
Leon chuckled quietly, the tension he'd carried for so long finally lifting from his shoulders.
He looked around at his team—their friends, their family.
At the Choir children, now laughing freely in the plazas, singing songs of their own invention.
At Aethralun, gleaming and alive.
At the endless Rift, now not a battlefield... but a home.
"We've secured the future," Leon said, his voice carrying strength and peace both.
