The sky began to clear after the final clash.In the heart of the ruined city, Aisha cradled Sanathiel's lifeless body as the first light of dawn bathed her face."I promise your sacrifice will not be in vain, White Wolf," she whispered.
Her words melted into the silent tears streaming down her cheeks.Sanathiel, now completely gone, had taken with him the very essence of the Nevri, leaving behind a memory impossible to erase.
As Aisha's tears vanished into the wind, the shadows began to advance.The vampires—now lords of what remained—spread like a plague.The last pulse of sacred energy barely held on, clinging to a fragile thread of hope for the few still in hiding.
From afar, Varek watched in silence.His melancholy gaze rested on the small capsule he carried in his hands:two hearts in slumber—the son of Rasen and the daughter of Aisha—preserved in suspended stasis.
"I will do whatever it takes to protect them," he murmured. "I will not repeat my mistakes."
Then, as the wind carried away the last golden motes of what had once been Sanathiel, a wave of golden light swept through the city.The vampires, once so sure of their dominance, recoiled in horror as their skin began to burn under its radiance.
In the shadows, an enslaved child felt his chains begin to crack.And he whispered:"Was it him?"
A white flower, kissed by a single ray of sunlight, bloomed among the rubble.It shone with the same brilliance the White Wolf had once held.
From high above, Skiller gazed out at the uncertain horizon.In a grave voice, he said:"The cycle renews, Varek. You can't run from it. You know that as well as I do."
As if hearing him, Varek replied in a low voice:"Then I'll twist it. I'll make the children of the demon and the White Wolf choose a different fate."
He opened a portal.Pulling a blue hood over his head, he cast one final look at the city before stepping through.His violet eyes gleamed with a new light.
On the horizon, the Nevri had almost been erased from the world, as if Hell itself had claimed them.Only legends remained.
Upon their ashes, the vampires began their reign.A new dark council rose from the ruins, dragging the last humans into the depths of the earth, condemning them to slavery.
And yet—amid dust and death, where hope seemed extinguished—a white flower bloomed.
It was no coincidence.It was a promise.
And though the names of the Nevri would be lost to the wind, spoken only in forgotten whispers, one truth would remain, rooted in the broken earth:
Where a single flower blooms… there will always be someone who refuses to surrender.
And so, Sanathiel: We Live and Die Together comes to an end.This journey was filled with battles, sacrifice, love, and the relentless clash between fate and defiance. Every tear, every drop of blood, and every promise whispered under the weight of the night has brought us here—to the dawn of something new.