The storm is still.
The battlefield breathes.But no one moves.
Because in that moment—after Alari spoke his name—
The Veil... wept.
🌌 The Veil Shivers
The form at the center trembles.Its crown, once unshakable, cracks down the middle.
And beneath the swirling chaos—A face.
Human.
Worn.Ashen.Tear-streaked with light.
"She spoke it…""My name. After all this time…"
The voice isn't a scream anymore.
It's a whisper trying to be whole again.
👑 And Then Elarion Walks
The light parts.
The angels lower their weapons.The divine dragons kneel.
Elarion steps forward.
Not in glory.Not in judgment.
He walks like a brother who found his sibling in ruin.
"Lioren."
The Veil quivers.
"You… remember me."
Elarion's voice doesn't shake the world.
It heals it.
"I never stopped."
🕯️ The Sacred Pause
The battlefield fades into silence.
Just the two of them now.
Light and shadow.Memory and mourning.
Love that wasn't allowed to speak—until now.
Elarion steps closer.
"You chose the fall."
Lioren nods, trembling.
"Because I believed you let me go."
"I didn't," Elarion says.
"I let you choose.And I waited…every second… for you to choose Me again."
🌠 The Choice
Lioren falls to his knees.
Not shattered.
Just tired.
"Can the light still hold me…even now?"
Elarion kneels with him.
And says the one thing that breaks all silence:
"Let me."
And he opens his arms.
🌈 What Happens Next...
The Veil doesn't explode.It doesn't vanish.
It melts.
Shadow turns to mist.The storm… dissolves into rain.Rain made of memory.Of forgiveness.
The host lifts their eyes.Kael weeps.Seren falls to her knees.
Vaelrix covers his heart.
Alari smiles through tears—holding the sigil that no longer burns.
✨ Lioren Returns
Not as a monster.Not as the Veil.
But as a Spark reborn.
He stands beside Elarion.
Still scarred.Still silent.
But whole.