Chapter 132: When Gods grow up
Years later...
The Kingdom had known peace, but no one forgot the war—because the children who ended it were still very much alive... and getting older.
Rina, now 14, had grown into her fire powers like a rebellious phoenix with pigtails and combat boots. Her sarcasm had matured beautifully, much to Leo's dismay and Zara's pride. She still lit her toast with her fingers and occasionally set off minor explosions during tea time—but at least now she apologized. Sometimes.
The twins, Azrael Jr. and Caelan, now 18, had become legends—and heartthrobs.
Azrael Jr. was the kingdom's golden son—literally. His powers glowed when he was emotional (which was unfortunately often when people complimented his hair).
Caelan had developed more of a mysterious, brooding aura. Girls swooned when he glared. People cried when he smiled. He didn't understand either reaction.
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The palace had also changed.
Cain and Selene—still madly in love—had matured like fine wine and an even finer sword. Cain had mastered fatherhood with the same precision he used to slice enemies in half. Selene ruled with a glowing presence and terrifying calm.