The ruins of Vareth began to crumble, dust swirling as the curse's grip weakened. Aran and Elira, reunited, moved quickly through the collapsing halls, Vaerin guarding their rear.
Outside, the violet storm had calmed, replaced by the soft glow of dawn. Elira leaned against Aran, her strength returning with every heartbeat.
"You saved me," she said, voice trembling but fierce.
Aran's eyes softened. "I promised."
They reached the edge of the crater just as the sun's first light kissed the horizon. The promise in Aran's eyes shone brighter than ever, fueled not just by love, but by hope.
Vaerin watched them with a rare smile. "The Flame chooses its bearers well."
Aran glanced at him. "What now?"
"Now, you live. And you fight—for her, for the bloodline, for the future."