Years later.
Borders dissolved.
Trade began.
Mixed cities formed.
Suspicion remained—
But hope existed.
Haruto never became king.
He refused power.
He became something else.
A bridge.
Between races.
Between worlds.
Lina stayed by his side.
They rebuilt her village.
Planted trees where ash once lay.
And sometimes—
Haruto dreams of the Gate again.
But now—
It stands open.
Not as an escape.
But as a reminder.
He was once a boy afraid to open a door.
Now he was a man who opened a path for the world.