Years passed.
The Choir did not return.
The Ashborn did not rule.
Instead, they taught.
Songs became stories.
Marks became traditions.
Music became magic again—but not one of dominance, only of resonance.
Solen founded a haven for the voiceless.
Lira became a wandering teacher of fire and freedom.
Theren built towers that could listen before they spoke.
Yui and Ryn taught a new generation how to weave light into healing.
Kei was never seen again… but his songs were always heard.
And Kairo?
He sat on the edge of the world.
Listened.
And smiled.
Because the Song was no longer broken.
It was becoming.