The darkness disappeared.

For several seconds, no one moved.

Lucien slowly opened his eyes.

The Void Heart was gone.

The ancient temple stood silent around them, its cracked walls glowing faintly beneath the First Light.

Seraphina was lying nearby.

"Seraphina."

Lucien rushed to her.

She opened her eyes and gave him a weak smile.

"I'm fine."

Lucien helped her stand.

"Lyra?"

"I'm here."

Lyra stood a few steps away, still holding the black feather.

Aster approached them.

"The Void Heart has been destroyed."

Lucien looked around.

"And Nethros?"

Aster's expression was uncertain.

"We don't know."

Lyra held up the feather.

"He's alive."

Aster studied it carefully.

"You're right."

A faint...