Years later.
Children ran across the floating gardens of the rebuilt world, laughing as the sun shimmered over crystal rivers. Machines and cultivators lived side by side.
The old temples stood empty, replaced by places of learning, music, and peace.
A monument stood at the heart of the capital — a towering figure carved of light, his arms open, wings unfurled, his gaze upward.
Its plaque read:
"Kael, the Heaven Breaker — The One Who Remembered."
Lira stood before it, her hair streaked with silver. She closed her eyes, whispering softly:
"Rest well, Kael. Heaven's in good hands now."
The wind stirred, and for just a moment, she could've sworn she heard his laugh again — quiet, free, eternal.
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