EPILOGUE

The De Luca Land had known war, had known curses, had known centuries of whispers that foretold its end, but on the morning Elara stepped out of the birthing chamber with Dante at her side, the fortress felt entirely reborn.

The air was different.

The wind carried laughter instead of mourning. The bells rang softly instead of sounding alarms. The wolves, young and old, bowed their heads not out of