The final shimmer of light faded from the bridge behind her.
Lalin stood at the edge — where the stones ended, and the mist began.
There was no glow now, no way back; the bridge had crumbled into dust, its fragments dissolving into the wind.
Yet strangely, there was no fear left in her heart.
"The bridge ends well," she whispered to herself — a quiet, steady murmur.
Because she knew… the bridge was never meant for return.
It was built for crossing.
Before her stretched only mist — endless and heavy, whispering softly like a voice calling her name.
Her heartbeat quickened.
She tightened her grip on the blade of light, golden veins pulsing through her arm, answering the silent call of fate.
"If you're still out there…"
Her voice trembled, but her resolve did not.
"I'll find you — no matter what awaits beyond."
And with that, Lalin took the first step beyond the bridge.
Another legend had begun.