The multiverse stopped collapsing.
Time itself began to heal—slowly, hesitantly—like a scar knitting over an ancient wound.
Stars returned to the sky, twinkling softly in constellations reborn.
But in the silence of the new dawn, there was no joy.
Only stillness.
Yu Meilan's soul was gone—an eternal light sacrificed to save all creation.
Long Tian's body was never found, swallowed by the void he had sought to protect.
Wang Chung emerged from the ruins alone.
His powers were burned out, his spirit quieter than it had ever been.
The survivors—those who had witnessed the end and the beginning—called him The Last Flame.
He wandered the quiet worlds, planting Heart Trees where Meilan's memory could grow.
Wherever those trees took root, peace blossomed like a gentle promise.
And every year, beneath the soft glow of the moon in the Celestial Garden, Wang Chung lit a single lantern.
He whispered her name—softly, with a love that neither time nor loss could ever extinguish.
> "Meilan…"
A single name, carried on the wind.
A promise that even in the deepest shadows, the last light still burns.