Asher kept going.
More time passed. Years blended together without events worth noting. That alone was confirmation.
The world no longer leaned toward collapse.
It corrected itself.
When people studied soul law, they stayed cautious.
When traders dealt in rare materials, they stayed within limits.
When old records surfaced, most were ignored or locked away.
Not because of fear of punishment.
Because experience had taught restraint.
Asher moved through all of it without interference.
He became something quieter than before. Not a warning. Not a rumor. Just a presence that could act if needed.
Most days, he didn't need to do anything at all.
That was the outcome he had worked toward.
Eventually, even the commission stopped feeling relevant. It stayed open, but untouched. A formality more than a directive.
Asher didn't close it.
Some things were meant to remain unfinished.
