Two years had passed in quiet rhythm, and the once-chaotic universe that demanded Ahcehera's every drop of power finally gave her a moment of peace. She stepped once again onto the soil of Planet Sirius, no longer a warrior at the frontlines but a silent guardian who bore invisible scars.
The skies of her homeland seemed the same, yet she had changed. The person who left with light in her hands and magic in her veins now returned with nothing but a new kind of strength, one born not of fire or force but of endurance and acceptance. The war was won.
The western region had been stabilized. The fourth demon god's threat was sealed with a collective effort from multiple star systems. Mechas were decommissioned. Soldiers stood down. And in the quiet aftermath, Ahcehera returned not as a hero but as a mother, a daughter, and a woman learning to live again.
