Chapter 63 The Gathering Of The Lost

• The sun rose over the ruined land, casting its golden rays over the shattered remains of the cavern. The air, once thick with the stench of the Abyss, now felt clearer, as though it was breathing again, healing from the trauma that had nearly destroyed it. Yet, despite the victory, the world was far from healed. There were still battles to be fought—battles of the heart, of the mind, of rebuilding everything that had been torn apart.
• Meher stood on the edge of the cliff, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the light met the dark. The world was scarred, the journey incomplete. They had defeated the Abyss, but there was much left to do.
• Ayaan approached her from behind, his presence familiar and comforting. His hand brushed against hers, and without a word, she leaned into him, taking solace in his strength. It was in moments like this, when the world seemed so uncertain, that their bond felt like an anchor. Together, they could weather any storm.