The war for Alexandria was over.
Zoraal Ja was gone.
The Endless had passed on.
And the survivors would now have to build a future without stolen souls.
Wuk Lamat looked out over the fading lights.
Then toward her companions.
Family.
Friends.
Allies.
And the strange champion she had hired, who had somehow become something far more.
The world had changed.
And they would face whatever came next together.
Epilogue — After the Storm
The war had ended.
The impossible paradise of Living Memory had faded into quiet starlight.
The towering silhouette of Everkeep now stood silent above the neon skyline of Solution 9.
For the first time in generations, Alexandria’s future would be built by the living.
Not sustained by the dead.
And across the star…
The stories began.
The Legend of the Stormcaller
In taverns across Tural, travelers told the tale of a woman who rode lightning itself into battle.
A sorceress who called down ancient power and summoned divine beasts upon the battlefield.
The name spread quickly.
Melda.
The mage who summoned Ixion atop Everkeep.
The woman who commanded lightning like a storm goddess.
Scholars whispered that her magic echoed across heaven.
Adventurers swore she had once ridden a primal into battle while laughing.
The truth mattered less than the legend.
And somewhere far away, Melda herself groaned quietly.
“I summoned one lightning horse…”
“…and suddenly I’m a myth.”
Behind her, Casca laughed now you know how I feel
The New Kid on the Block-
Meanwhile, across the cities of the world…
Another name spread just as quickly.
The mysterious Bozjan warrior who fought beside the heroes of the star.
The champion who faced kings and monsters without hesitation.
The woman who once split an armored soldier in half before he realized he had been struck.
The name whispered through taverns and adventurer guild halls alike.
Nekomushi.
Now officially counted among the Scions.
Though she insisted she was still “technically freelance.”
In one particularly crowded tavern, a group of adventurers gathered around her.
“Is it true you fought a four-armed war king?”
Nekomushi shrugged.
“Yeah.”
“And the lightning goddess?”
“…Also yes.”
“And the soul-powered city?”
“…Look, it was a weird week.”
Nerressa Reaches for the Stars
Far to the north, inside a massive workshop filled with humming magitek engines, Nerressa stared at a holographic projection of a starship engine.
Ceruleum energy.
Allagan circuits.
And something else.
A small group of cheerful moon engineers hopped around the workshop excitedly.
The famous Loporrit engineers of Mare Lamentorum.
Their leader adjusted a tiny toolbelt.
“You see!”
“We make the rocket go zoom!”
Nerressa grinned.
“With your propulsion tech and Ironworks engineering…”
She rotated the projection.
“We could reach other stars.”
The Lopporits gasped.
“A space adventure!?”
Nerressa laughed.
“Oh yes.”
The next age of exploration had just begun.
Far from politics and intervention…
On a quiet tropical shore…
The Warrior of Light lay peacefully in a hammock between two palm trees.
The island waves rolled gently across the sand.
No enemies.
No primals.
No catastrophes.
Just quiet.
Casca exhaled slowly.
“…Finally.”
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
Then a messenger bird landed beside her.
A letter tied to its leg.
Casca sighed deeply.
“…Of course.”
The Twin Rulers of Tural
Back in the capital of Tuliyollal, the throne room was no longer ruled by one voice.
Two figures now stood before the gathered council.
Wuk Lamat.
And her older brother, Kohna.
Together, they ruled as co-leaders of Tural.
Strength balanced by wisdom.
Fire balanced by patience.
Wuk Lamat leaned slightly toward him.
“…I still can’t believe we’re in charge.”
Kohna smiled calmly.
“You’re doing well.”
She looked toward the horizon.
“…Father would have liked this.”
The Return to Old Sharlayan
Meanwhile, aboard an airship headed north…
G’raha Tia leaned against the railing, watching the clouds pass beneath them.
The destination was clear.
Old Sharlayan.
Home.
After everything they had seen…
Everything they had fought…
The scholar-cat finally looked relaxed.
“Well.”
He smiled softly.
“I suppose I should begin writing the official report.”
Thancred groaned loudly.
“You’re actually going to document all of this?”
G’raha nodded enthusiastically.
“Of course!”
“This is one of the most important discoveries in the history of the star!”
Thancred rubbed his temples.
“…I hate paperwork.”
Musa and the “Not-Date”
Elsewhere in the quiet streets of Tuliyollal…
Two figures walked side by side under the lantern lights.
Musa.
And the kunoichi who had been accompanying him throughout the mission.
Neither spoke for a moment.
Finally, Musa cleared his throat.
“So.”
“…This wasn’t a date.”
The kunoichi nodded immediately.
“Absolutely not.”
They walked a few more steps.
Musa gestured awkwardly toward a food stall.
“…But we could eat.”
She considered this. "Are you paying?" Musa quickly said, "No."
“…That would make it a date.”
“Correct.”
They both ordered dumplings.
And neither of them mentioned the word “date” again.
The Star Moves Forward
Across the world, the stories of the Everkeep war slowly spread.
Heroes returned to their homes.
New leaders rose.
New inventions began.
And somewhere above the sky…
Future explorers were already preparing to leave the star behind.
The next chapter of history had begun.
And for once…
It began in peace.
