Years pass.
The world thrives.
Cursed energy still exists—but it flows differently now. Gentler. Wiser. The age of gods is over. The age of memory begins.
Toma becomes the first Keeper of Threads, guiding others through pain, not by rewriting it, but by weaving it into strength. The Cursed Throne remains untouched. No one dares sit.
In a quiet village, a child asks:
"Who built the Throne?"
No one knows.
But they tell stories.
Of a man with silver eyes.
Of a god who chose silence over glory.
Of a rewrite so perfect, it erased the writer.
The child listens.
And dreams.
One night, the stars shift.
A comet streaks across the sky.
And for a moment, every person who was ever touched by Adam's power feels something:
A warmth.
A memory.
A name.
"Adam."
But it fades.
Not in sorrow.
In peace.
The Sutra is found centuries later, buried beneath the Shrine of Echoes. It contains no spells. No power.
Just one phrase:
"To rewrite is divine. To remember is human."
And so the legend of Adam Taity lives on—not in books, not in temples, but in the way people choose to carry their pain.
Not to erase it.
But to honor it.