Chapter 332 Omega - The Nameless Keeper of Time
The cracked sky has healed.
The storm of time has calmed.
The soft light of dawn radiates between the slowly dissipating clouds.
Silence.
There is no sound except for the gentle breeze that carries with it the damp aroma of wet stones and earth, signifying that nature has just evaded destruction.
Amidst the silence, as if nature is trying to remember its lost beauty, a ray of sunlight penetrates the remaining gaps in the clouds. Dewdrops fall softly to the ground, signaling a new hope arising even in the darkness they have just endured.
Fitran stands alone at the pinnacle of the tower, now open to the sky.
Excalibur in his hand trembles slightly, not out of threat—but because something greater is approaching.
With the gentle wind brushing his face, Fitran feels a call from afar. Perhaps it is the voice of destiny delivering a message of the struggle that must continue. Fearlessly, he prepares to face whatever may come, as if courage and sacrifice have become part of his very blood.
He gazes at Sheena below, standing amidst the ruins of Elysvarre hall.
Her gown is torn in several places, yet her face radiates the strength of a mother who has protected her child until the end.