Later that year, everything seemed to be building toward a single point of convergence.
In the same open field where they had gone their separate ways eight thousand years before, the siblings came together once again.
They were all there—Quell, the Harem God, standing tall as his gaze swept over the gathering; Riona, the Goddess of Weapons, hovering with a sharp and graceful presence.
Emily, the Goddess of Legions; Aliya, the Goddess of Fractured Minds... and the rest, all present, sharing in the moment—everyone except Drake.
As soon as their eyes met, wide smiles spread across every face.
Without a word, they moved into a group hug — arms wrapping around shoulders, heads leaning in, the kind of tight, familial embrace that spoke louder than any greeting.
Riona laughed first, squeezing Emily.
"Look at you, did you spend all eight millennia commanding wars?"
Emily giggled, hugging back.
"And you spent the entire time, being some sort of mysterious weapons master?"
