Three months later...
The Divine Realm had entered a rare period of uneasy peace.
After Chronos's complete erasure, the power balance among the gods shifted dramatically.
Many factions that once relied on the God of Time's influence either collapsed or went into hiding.
Aestrea's organization, Crimson Moon, continued to grow stronger in silence, solidifying its position as one of the most feared and respected forces in the realm.
The sun was warm and golden over the floating gardens of Aestrea's personal palace.
Cherry blossoms and glowing star-lilies drifted lazily through the air as a gentle breeze carried their sweet scent.
Soft music played from crystal chimes hanging between ancient trees.
Vivian walked beside him, her long, wavy-styled red hair swaying elegantly with each step.
Her entirely black eyes glanced at him with affection as they walked, making both of them look like the perfect couple.
