For the first time in what felt like ages, the sky above the capital glimmered with calm.
No gods were falling. No portals tore through reality. No shrines burned. It was, at long last, peace.
Kyle exhaled as he leaned against the veranda rail of the Armstrong estate. The quietness of the estate felt almost foreign to him.
He had grown too used to the tension in the air, the ever-present hum of divine conflict. Now, it was the rustling of leaves and chirping of birds that filled the silence.
Behind him, footsteps approached, light and familiar.
Melissa stood beside him, her sharp eyes softened in the afternoon light.
"So, now that you've saved the world again… what's next?"
She began, arms folded.
Kyle let out a tired chuckle.
"Next? I intend to rest."
Melissa raised a brow.
"You? Rest?"
"Hard to believe, I know. But I don't exactly have a choice."
Kyle said, turning toward her.
Melissa tilted her head in curiosity.
