The world shifted beneath their feet the moment they stepped through the Convergence Gate.
Miraen blinked.
One breath, and the scent of old parchment, wet earth, and lavender assaulted her senses. The wind no longer sang in fragmented tongues—it whispered through the trees of the Virelan grove, steady and warm.
They were home.
Elyon collapsed to one knee beside her, burying his hand into the soft moss with disbelief. "It's real," he said. "We made it."
Korrin turned his face skyward, eyes wide. "It feels… heavier here."
Lira nodded. "The realm here doesn't bend. It doesn't shift around our desires."
Miraen looked back through the gate.
Aeliana stood at the threshold, luminous in the space between worlds. The final ember pulsed at her heart, no longer separate from her. She was both girl and starfire now—mortal, yet deeply altered.
"You'll find your way back?" Miraen asked softly.
