The sound traveled through existence itself.
New life.
Pure.
Untouched.
The foundations answered instantly.
Silver-gold light erupted through the fractures beneath the Troll Realm, surging outward across every connected realm like living dawn breaking through darkness.The corruption recoiled violently.The creatures born from it screamed.
Kara’s daughter had arrived.And creation itself recognized her.
Gerick felt the shift immediately: the foundations stabilizing–not healed, but holding.For now.
The Great Luna stepped forward, moonlight gathering around her hands.
“General,” she whispered.
Gerick looked at Myanin one final time.
She had stopped fighting Shade’s hold on her.
Not because she accepted this.
Because she understood she could not stop it.
The grief in her face would follow him into whatever waited beyond this life.
Good.
Some selfish part of him needed to know he mattered that much.
“I loved you the best way I knew how,” he said softly.
Myanin collapsed to her knees.
“You deserved that love,” he continued.“Even when you could not return it fully.”
The tear in the realm began sealing.
The foundations demanded balance.
Choice.
Release.
Gerick looked toward Shade.
“If you break her heart,” he said calmly, “I will haunt you personally.”
Shade gave a sharp, wrecked laugh.“I would consider you unworthy if you didn’t.”
Then Gerick turned toward the Great Luna.
And let go.
The magic binding his life to Myanin’s shattered.
