Epilogue (Nyssa)

Eight Years Later

Eight years can change a kingdom.

Eight years can rebuild a heart.

The Goddess had been generous to Astral Moon—more generous than Nyssa ever dared to pray for in the years when she still bled in silence. The forests that once echoed with the dangers of wandering rogues now hummed with life and laughter. Silver pines arched like cathedral columns above their territory, sunlight