The chaotic energy around Dustin slowly unraveled, and the seven-colored immortal glow dimmed until everything settled again. He felt a massive yet controllable surge of immortal energy inside him.

Instead of feeling triumphant, a heavy knot of emotion settled in his chest. The surge of power inside him carried a cost he couldn't ignore.

Cyran and Terraen had sacrificed themselves, and all that remained of them was the silence they left behind.

Dustin's gaze swept across the spot where they had vanished. Only scattered motes of greenish-yellow sparks lingered in the air, flickering stubbornly like the last fireflies of summer. They seemed unwilling to fade, carrying a quiet hope that refused to die.

He lowered his head in silent respect, honoring their sacrifice, the protection they had offered, and the enduring spirit that would outlast the world itself.

"Mr. Xalvador and my young friend, rest in peace. The evil here has been purged," Dustin said quietly.

His voice was calm, b