The silver sky brightened until it resembled a dawn made of polished metal. Not warm like the Red Dawn, not harsh like the Blue Storm—just steady. Balanced. Quietly alive.
The new world—the Third World—was stabilizing.
Land softened.Air warmed.Wind found a rhythm.
People from both original worlds walked the shoreline with hesitant steps, unsure whether they were dreaming or witnessing something historic.
Singular Kael stood at the center of it all, silver eyes scanning the horizon. For the first time in their existence, they felt grounded. Real. A truth that was allowed to exist.
Ari stood beside them, hands on her hips.
"We need to start building," she said. "Homes. Roads. A center of governance. Food distribution. Water channels. This place is a blank slate."
Blue Kael smirked."Blank slate? More like a sandbox with cheat codes."
Red Kael elbowed him."Please don't give him ideas."
But Blue Kael was already turning to the newly formed ocean."Too late."
