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I lean into him. “Then we’ll face it. Like always.”
He kisses my temple. “Together.”
Later, the village sleeps under starlight. Above, the sky-bridges glow—bridges between worlds, between species, between past and future.
The threat is coming.
We don’t know its name, its shape, its hunger.
But we know this:
Ember and Vine, fire and song, dragon and elf?—
We are stronger together.
And we will be ready.
