The dawn breaks over Eldren Hollow, pale light filtering through heavy clouds. The village stirs cautiously, survivors emerging from their homes, eyes wary but relieved.
Kael stands on the hill overlooking the village, the first rays touching the Mark on his palm. It still hums softly, a reminder of the battle fought and the power he now bears.
Lyra joins him silently, her gaze steady but troubled.
"You saved the village," she says softly. "But the darkness is not gone. It's waiting."
Kael clenches his fists. "What happens if I can't control it?"
Lyra's eyes soften. "Power always demands a price. You must be willing to pay it."
Kael's thoughts drift to Jaren, to the shard, to the weight of his bloodline's legacy. The shadows that seek to claim him, the door he is sworn to guard.
A distant rumble shakes the earth — a reminder that the darkness stirs beyond their borders.
Kael exhales slowly. "Then I'll face whatever comes. For Eldren Hollow. For everyone I care about."
Lyra nods, a faint smile breaking through. "Good. Because soon, you'll have to choose who you really are."
The wind whispers through the trees, carrying secrets and promises.
And somewhere, beyond the veil of the door, something watches — waiting for Kael's next move.