The battle had ended.
Luci and his mutants were gone, and for the first time in years, the world exhaled.
Draven's corruption had lifted. Strength surged through him, steady and sure, and the earth itself seemed to sigh beneath the hush of peace.
Still, the silence didn't promise a future without war. Darkness always waits, and his power would draw it like a blade drawn to blood.
But she was there.
Madeleine.
She stood beside him—tall, poised, radiant with quiet fire. If he faltered, she would not. If he shattered, she would be the one to rise.
He was never going to be alone.
Sebastian had been wrong, and he knelt before his queen to offer his apology.
Now, no one could deny it—the spirit of the goddess lived within her.
And the Vampire lived as well.
The humans had learned the truth of their origins, but they didn't run. They stayed. They chose acceptance.
