For a long while, the forge was silent.
The chaotic tremors that had once shaken the sea realm, the divine pulses that made coral break and volcanoes erupt — all had begun to still. The golden-blue glow of runes on the forge walls dimmed to a soft hum.
The divine bow floated in midair, its body carved of sea-blessed metal and layered in elemental runes, now pulsing gently… like a heart with its first steady rhythm.
And Kent…
He stirred.
His breath drew in sharply. His eyelids fluttered once. Then opened — clear, calm, and utterly changed.
He had returned from within.
Not as a boy hoping to wield power.
But as a soul who had been tested by fire, ice, and memory… and endured.
Slowly, Kent rose to his feet from the prayer mat. His legs trembled, not from weakness — but from the intensity of everything his spirit had faced. His eyes locked onto the bow still suspended in front of him.
The weapon no longer trembled. It didn't glow like it once did. It waited.
Quiet.
Proud.
