Aro released Alice's hand with a thoughtful smile. Alice turned her head toward a distant mountain ridge, her eyes narrowing. Aro followed her gaze.
There, silhouetted against the gray sky, Mame lay prone behind his massive Anzio 20mm anti-materiel rifle. Even from three miles away, his presence was unmistakable. He looked through the scope directly at Aro and smiled — cold, knowing, satisfied.
He had seen Aro see himself die in Alice's vision.
Mame stood up slowly, shouldered the rifle, and scattered a handful of powder from his inventory across his position — a special compound designed to mask his scent and make tracking nearly impossible. He disappeared into the trees without another word.
The battlefield remained frozen in stunned silence.
Mame's Final Weapons
Far from the field, in a hidden clearing, Mame accessed the System one last time.
[Final Reward: Last Stand Arsenal] Price: Permanent closure of the System Shop. No further purchases possible. This is the cost of power when Fate Points are insufficient.
Two new weapons materialized in his hands, along with a tactical vest loaded with magazines.
The Jackal Caliber: 13mm explosive steel projectile Capacity: 6 rounds Key Features: Engraved with the phrase "Jesus Christ is in heaven now." Heavy, brutal, and unforgiving. Hellsing ARMS .454 Casull Auto Caliber: 13mm explosive steel rounds Capacity: 7 rounds Key Features: Massively long slide to counteract heavy recoil. Weighs 4kg and measures 335mm long.
Mame holstered them, the vest heavy with spare magazines across his chest. His black coat settled around him like a shroud. The System window faded for the last time. The shop was closed permanently. He was on his own now.
Aro released Alice's hand with a slow, deliberate motion. His ancient eyes flicked toward a distant mountain ridge. Alice followed his gaze.
There, barely visible even to vampire eyes, Mame lay prone behind his massive Anzio 20mm rifle, looking down through the scope. A cold smile curved his lips — he knew Aro had seen the vision of his own death.
Mame stood up, slung the rifle over his shoulder, and scattered a handful of powder from a small pouch — a System-created mixture designed to confuse even the sharpest vampire senses. He vanished into the trees like a ghost.
The battlefield held its breath.
Alice suddenly reappeared at the edge of the field with Nahuel and his aunt.
"Aro," she called, voice steady. "We have proof. Renesmee is not like the immortal children of the past. She grows. She thinks. She loves. Nahuel is the same — half-vampire, half-human — and he has lived peacefully for centuries."
Aro took Alice's hand once more and read the vision. His expression shifted from amusement to genuine surprise. He looked toward the distant ridge where Mame had been, then back at the child in Bella's arms.
For a long moment, the ancient king was silent. Then Aro smiled — not with malice, but with reluctant acceptance. "How fascinating. It seems the child is not the threat we feared."
He raised a hand. "We withdraw. There will be no attack today."
The Volturi army slowly retreated, disappearing into the trees with disciplined grace. The battlefield fell silent except for the wind whispering across the snow.
The Cullens and their witnesses stood stunned. The war was over before it had truly begun.
But Mame remained in his clearing, guns still in hand, watching them from afar. He had chosen not to fire the final shots. Not yet. The cost of his power had been paid. The System was gone. From now on, he would walk alone.
The Volturi retreated in perfect formation, moving like shadows through the snow. Aro walked at the center, his expression thoughtful after the vision he had seen in Alice's mind.
Mame followed them from a distance, silent as death. He had no intention of letting them leave so easily.
Several miles away from the Cullens' battlefield, in a remote, snow-covered valley hidden between jagged mountains, the Volturi finally stopped. Aro raised a hand, and the entire army halted. They had sensed him.
Aro turned slowly, a curious smile on his ancient face.
"Come out, Anomaly," he called, voice carrying across the snow. "I saw you in the vision. You are… fascinating."
Mame stepped out from the treeline, coat billowing in the wind. The Jackal was in one hand, the massive .454 Casull in the other. His tactical vest was heavy with spare magazines. His eyes were cold and empty.
Aro studied him with genuine interest. "You are not like the others. The vision showed me your strength… your rage. Join us. Become one of the Volturi. Together, we could shape the world."
Mame's voice was low and flat. "I don't join monsters. I hunt them."
Without another word, he opened fire.
The Jackal roared first — 13mm explosive rounds tearing through the air with devastating power. The first three Volturi guards were blown apart before they could even react. The Casull followed immediately after, its heavy recoil absorbed by Mame's enhanced strength as he fired in rapid, precise bursts.
Chaos descended. The Volturi scattered, but Mame was already moving. He dashed between trees and rocks with supernatural speed, reloading on the move. Every shot was lethal — heads exploded, torsos were shredded, bodies were sent flying. The Jackal's explosive rounds turned vampires into clouds of stone-like fragments.
Jane tried to use her pain ability. Mame ignored it completely — the Mind/Soul Veil protected him. He put two rounds from the Casull through her chest before she could react again.
Alec attempted to cast his sensory deprivation field. Mame simply fired through it, the explosive rounds finding their targets by sound and instinct alone.
Felix charged with brute force. Mame met him head-on, dodging the massive vampire's swings and unloading an entire magazine of the Jackal into his torso at point-blank range. Felix staggered, then collapsed in pieces.
Demetri tried to track him. Mame lured him into a narrow canyon and rained fire from above, the 13mm rounds punching through rock and flesh alike.
Aro watched in growing horror and fascination as his elite guard was systematically destroyed by one man. He finally stepped forward himself, attempting to use his power to read Mame's mind. Nothing. The Veil blocked him completely.
Mame turned both guns on Aro and fired in a relentless storm of lead and explosives. Aro dodged with ancient speed, but several rounds still clipped him, tearing chunks from his ancient body. The fight became brutal and personal.
Mame was hit multiple times — a deep gash across his side, a bullet graze to his shoulder, a crushing blow from one of the last remaining guards that sent him crashing into a tree. Blood ran down his face. His coat was torn and smoking. But he kept fighting. He was barely surviving… but he was winning.
One by one, the Volturi fell. When only Aro remained, the ancient king stood in the center of the carnage, body damaged and expression one of rare fear.
Mame walked toward him slowly, both guns raised. Aro tried one last time to reason. "You could have ruled beside me…"
Mame answered by emptying the Jackal into Aro's legs, dropping him to his knees. Then he holstered the guns, drew a blade, and with one clean motion, removed Aro's head.
The battlefield fell silent.
Mame stood among the broken bodies, breathing hard, bloodied and exhausted. He spent the next hour methodically burning every corpse until nothing remained but ash and scorched earth.
Only one thing was left untouched. He picked up Aro's severed head, wrapped it carefully, and slung it over his shoulder.
Then Mame disappeared into the mountains once more — wounded, alone, and carrying the head of the most powerful vampire in the world.
The world had changed. And Mame walked into the darkness, the weight of his choices heavier than ever.
The Cullens and their remaining witnesses celebrated quietly in the house. The Volturi had withdrawn. Renesmee was safe. Bella was immortal but alive. For the first time in weeks, there was laughter and relief in the air.
Then the scent of fresh blood hit them all at once. Every vampire in the room froze. The wolves outside growled low. The celebration died instantly.
A loud crash echoed from the living room. Something heavy rolled across the floor. Aro's severed head came to a stop in the center of the room, eyes still open in eternal surprise.
The family and witnesses rushed outside.
Mame stood in the snow a short distance from the house, bloodied and exhausted. His black coat was torn and stained dark red. The Jackal and Casull were still in his hands, barrels smoking. Blood dripped from his gloves.
The less friendly vampires — some of the witnesses who had only come for the fight — snarled and charged him immediately.
Mame didn't hesitate. He raised both guns and opened fire in rapid, controlled bursts. The 13mm explosive rounds tore through the attackers with devastating force. Bodies exploded into fragments. The Casull's heavy recoil was absorbed by his enhanced strength as he moved like a shadow, reloading on the move.
In seconds, the aggressors were gone — nothing left but burning ash.
Mame lowered his guns, breathing hard. His voice was cold, carrying across the snow to everyone present.
"If I see any leech near ANY human from now on, this is what happens to them. No matter who they are."
His eyes locked directly on Bella. "I WARNED YOU, CULLENS. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU TURNED HER!"
The words echoed like a death sentence. The remaining Cullens and witnesses stood frozen.
Mame's gaze shifted to Renesmee, who was watching from Edward's arms. For the first time, his hard expression cracked. A flicker of deep sadness crossed his face.
He looked at Jacob. "Take her away, Jacob. Keep her safe. She doesn't need to see this."
Jacob nodded once, understanding the weight of the moment. He gently took Renesmee and moved her further back.
Mame stood there for one last second, looking at his sister — now a vampire — with a mixture of love and grief.
After Renesmee and Jacob had been taken safely away, the tension in the snowy clearing remained thick and suffocating.
Mame turned to leave, his bloodied black coat trailing behind him like a shadow of death. His steps were heavy, the weight of everything he had done — and everything he had lost — pressing down on him.
Edith Cullen suddenly ran forward, positioning herself directly in his path. Her eyes were wide with desperation, the blood singer bond pulling at her even now.
"Mame, wait — please," she pleaded, voice trembling. "You don't have to do this. Bella is still your sister. We can find a way. You don't have to be alone—"
Mame stopped. He looked at her for a long second, then slowly raised the Casull. Without breaking eye contact with Bella, who stood frozen among the Cullens, he fired.
The 13mm explosive round hit Edith point-blank in the chest. The impact was devastating. She staggered back, a massive hole torn through her torso, before collapsing to the snow.
The Cullens cried out in horror. Edward moved to help her, but Mame's cold voice stopped everyone in their tracks.
"They are dead to me," he said, staring directly at Bella, his voice carrying across the snow like a final judgment. "If any of you appear in front of me again… this is what happens."
He lowered the gun, turned, and walked away into the forest without looking back.
The Cullens stood in stunned silence, Edith's broken form lying in the snow, Aro's head still at their feet. Bella's crimson eyes filled with tears as she watched her brother disappear into the trees.
Mame was gone. And the family he had once protected… was now his enemy.
Ten Years Later
Ten years had passed since the battle on the snowy ridge.
Among the vampire covens of the world, a single rumor spread like wildfire through the shadows. It was whispered in ancient halls, passed between nomads, and spoken in fearful tones even by the oldest and most powerful.
"If you ever see a single human near your coven… one who asks about the Cullens or his sister… run. Do not fight. Do not speak. Do not even breathe in his direction. Just run. Because that man does not come for conversation."
Even the Children of the Moon — werewolves who lost all control under the full moon — learned to fear him. Packs that once roamed freely now avoided certain territories. Some whispered that the man had hunted them too, and that even the strongest wolf could not outrun his bullets.
Mame returned to Forks every few months. To Charlie and Renee, he was still their son — the quiet, protective one who had never truly left. He told them he was a "wandering salesman," traveling the world selling specialized security equipment. Charlie would laugh every time, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Wandering salesman, my ass. You're the most normal human I know, kid. Just like your old man."
Renee would pull him into long hugs and cook his favorite meals, treating him like the son she still had — because in her mind, Bella had died years ago. She never asked too many questions when Mame disappeared for months at a time. She was simply grateful when he came back.
He always came back.
But he was no longer the same man who had walked away from that battlefield. Over the decade, Mame had changed. He was bigger now — broader shoulders, thick muscle earned from years of relentless training and surviving things no ordinary human should. His once casual clothes had been replaced by dark tactical gear: reinforced jackets, combat pants, and a heavy vest that carried multiple magazines at all times. Two custom holsters rested at his hips — The Jackal and the .454 Casull — weapons that had become legends in their own right.
He carried licenses from multiple governments across the world — documents that allowed him to keep and use his weapons anywhere he traveled. Those same governments knew the truth about the supernatural world. They were terrified of it. Most were too afraid to act.
But Mame gave them options. He provided intelligence. He gave them methods. He showed them how to deal with vampires, werewolves, and other creatures that went bump in the night. Some governments tried to recruit him — to bring the "Anomaly" into their organizations. Those organizations usually collapsed within months.
Covens and packs that tried to interfere with him learned the hard way. Entire groups vanished overnight. Others simply… stopped existing. The rumor grew stronger with every disappearance.
Mame had become something more than human. He was no longer fighting for the Cullens. He was no longer fighting for Bella. He was simply hunting. And the world — both human and supernatural — had learned to stay out of his way.
The Cullens had been running for ten years. They had gone to the ends of the earth — the frozen wastes of Alaska, the unforgiving ice of the North Pole, the remote Antarctic research stations where humans rarely ventured. They lived like ghosts, always one step ahead, never staying in one place for long.
But they were tired. Exhaustion and anger had settled deep into the family. Edward's golden eyes were shadowed with guilt. Carlisle's usual calm had cracked into quiet despair. Even Emmett and Rosalie, who had once laughed at danger, were growing weary of the constant flight.
Alice suddenly froze during one of their rare moments of rest in a hidden cabin deep in the Antarctic ice. Her eyes glazed over in a vision.
"He's close," she whispered. "Mame. He's coming again."
The family gathered quickly. Renesmee — now fully grown, appearing in her late teens with a graceful beauty that blended both her parents — stood beside Jacob, who had never left her side since the imprint. They had tried to find Mame before, to reason with him, to stop the endless chase. They had failed every time.
Rosalie clenched her fists. "We have to run again." Emmett growled low. "This is getting old. We can't keep doing this forever."
Renesmee stepped forward, voice soft but determined. "Jacob and I will try to find him first. We can talk to him. He's still family."
Jacob nodded, his massive frame tense. "We've learned a lot about him over the years. He's only grown stronger. Entire covens have vanished. Even the Children of the Moon — the wild werewolves — fear him now. Packs avoid entire continents because of the stories."
They left the cabin together, heading into the blinding white wilderness.
But Mame was already there. He stood on a ridge overlooking the frozen landscape, black tactical coat whipping in the polar wind. His weapons were holstered, but his presence alone was enough to make the air feel heavier. He had become something beyond human — a legend that made monsters run.
Renesmee and Jacob approached carefully. "Uncle," Renesmee called softly. "Please. Stop this. We're family."
Mame looked at her for a long moment — the niece he had once protected so fiercely. His expression softened for the briefest second… then hardened again. "You chose them," he said quietly. "And they chose this." He turned and disappeared into the blizzard before they could say another word.
Back at the cabin, Alice's vision had already shown them the truth. Mame was coming. And this time, he wasn't stopping. The Cullens packed what little they had and ran once more into the endless ice. The hunt would never end. Not until Mame decided it was over.
Deep in the Antarctic wilderness, Renesmee and Jacob tracked him through the blizzard. Renesmee had grown into a beautiful young woman, her hybrid nature giving her strength and speed that rivaled any vampire. Jacob stayed close in his massive wolf form, protective as always.
They found him standing on a ridge, coat whipping in the freezing wind, looking out over the endless white expanse. He didn't turn around as they approached. He already knew they were there.
"Uncle," Renesmee called softly, voice carrying through the storm. "Please. Stop this. We can find another way."
Mame remained silent for a long moment. Then he turned slowly, his face weathered and tired, but his eyes still sharp and unyielding.
"No matter what," he said quietly, "you are still the only person left of your mother that is alive. But even you can't stop me, little one."
He looked at her with a deep, aching sadness — the same sadness he had carried since the day Bella was turned. "I told them not to turn her. I warned them what would happen. But they turned her into a monster who hunts humans for food. You didn't choose this life. You were born into it. And I can't blame you for it."
Mame stepped forward and pulled her into a gentle hug. For a brief moment, the ruthless hunter was just her uncle again. He kissed the top of her head, the same way he had when she was small.
"I love you, Renesmee," he whispered. "But this path was chosen for me the day they took my sister away."
He let her go and stepped back into the blizzard. The wind howled around them as his figure slowly disappeared into the white void.
The hunt would continue. And the Cullens would keep running. Forever.
The End of the Hunt
Mame left Renesmee and Jacob standing in the blizzard. He had held his niece one last time, kissed her head, and told her the truth he had carried for years. Then he turned his back and disappeared into the white storm without another word. Renesmee reached out, but Jacob held her back, knowing that nothing she said would change what was coming.
Mame did not return to the shadows quietly. Over the next several weeks, he used every connection he had spent a decade building. Governments fed him information. Intelligence agencies paid their debts. He called in markers from every continent. He activated networks among hunters, informants, and even a few supernatural beings who feared him more than the Cullens.
He closed borders. He arranged "accidents." He had eyes on every major port, airport, and hidden route. Slowly, relentlessly, Mame herded the Cullens north — back toward Alaska, back toward the place where it had all begun.
The final confrontation took place in the deep woods of Alaska, not far from Forks. The snow was falling heavily when the Cullens realized they had been cornered in a natural basin, surrounded on all sides.
Mame stepped out from the treeline. He looked different — larger, harder, his tactical gear reinforced and weathered from years of war. The Jackal and the .454 Casull rested at his hips. His eyes were colder than the Alaskan winter.
The Cullens stood in a defensive formation. Edward held Renesmee close. Jacob stood in front of them in his massive wolf form. Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, and Alice formed a tight circle. A few remaining witnesses lingered behind them.
Mame stopped a short distance away, snow swirling around him. He looked at the family he had once protected.
"How poetic," he said, voice carrying clearly through the storm, "that this is where they end."
Edward stepped forward slightly. "Mame… please. We can talk. Renesmee is still your family—"
Mame's gaze shifted to Renesmee for a brief second. The sadness that flickered across his face was real, but it was buried quickly beneath years of anger and purpose. "I gave you a choice. I told you what would happen if you turned her. I begged you. I warned you. And you turned her anyway."
He took another step forward. "You made her into something that hunts humans for food. You took my sister from me. And now… now you run from the consequences like cowards."
Mame drew both guns slowly. "This ends in Alaska. Near Forks. Where my sister once lived as a human. Where you stole her from me."
Renesmee stepped forward, tears in her eyes. "Uncle… please. Don't do this. There has to be another way."
Mame looked at her one last time. His expression softened for just a moment. "I love you, little one. But this… this was always going to happen."
He raised the Jackal. The final battle was about to begin. And Mame had no intention of letting any of them leave alive.
The Cullens had not come alone. Alice had seen this day coming. They had called in every favor and alliance they had left. Vampires from various covens stood with them — not out of love, but out of survival. Mame had become the nightmare that stalked the night.
Mame stood alone on the opposite side of the clearing. Bigger. Harder. Both custom guns holstered at his sides. Snow clung to his coat. His eyes were colder than the Alaskan winter.
He looked at the assembled force and gave a small, dark smile. "You brought friends. Good. It would have been boring otherwise."
Edward stepped forward. "Mame… please. This doesn't have to end in more blood."
Mame's gaze shifted to him. "It already ended in blood the day you turned my sister into a monster."
He took one step forward. "I gave you a choice. I begged you. I warned you what would happen. And you still chose this path."
Alice's voice was quiet but steady. "We saw this coming. We prepared. We're not running anymore."
Mame looked at her and nodded once. "Good. Because I'm done chasing."
He drew both guns slowly — The Jackal in one hand, the .454 Casull in the other. "This is where it ends. Here. Where the Volturi died. Where this nightmare began. You have one last chance to fight."
"Jacob!" Mame shouted. "Take her away. Right now. I don't want her involved in this."
Jacob hesitated, but Mame's tone left no room for argument. Jacob grabbed Renesmee's hand and pulled her back into the trees.
Bella stepped forward, voice trembling. "Mame… it doesn't have to be like this. Please. We're still family. We can find another way—"
Mame turned his cold gaze on her. "I have warned you so many times, Isabella. But you did not listen. You thought I wouldn't go through with it. I guess it took Edith's death to finally wake you all up."
The fight began.
A vampire with elemental powers rushed forward first. The ground erupted with jagged spikes of ice and stone. Mame moved like lightning, firing the Jackal mid-dodge, shattering spikes, then dropping the elemental with a Casull round to the chest.
A speedster blurred toward him. Mame tracked and tore him apart with three Jackal rounds. A clawed vampire slashed his back before Mame put two bullets through his skull.
He was a storm of violence. The Jackal boomed. The Casull roared. Bodies fell. Ash scattered. Mame took hits — fire burned his arm, telekinesis slammed him into a tree — but he refused to fall.
One by one, the allied covens were wiped out. When the last outsider fell, only the core Cullens remained: Bella, Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper. Esme was already gone.
Mame stood in the center of the clearing, breathing hard, blood dripping from multiple wounds. His tactical vest was torn. His coat was soaked in red. But his eyes still burned with purpose.
"It's just us now," he said. "You should have listened when you had the chance."
He raised both guns and advanced.
Rosalie came first, a blur of fury. Mame fired the Jackal at point-blank range. The explosive round tore through her chest. She collapsed, body breaking apart.
Emmett charged roaring. He slammed into Mame, cracking ribs. Mame rolled, ignored the agony, and unloaded the Casull into his chest at close range. Emmett collapsed.
Jasper flooded him with fear and despair. The Mind/Soul Veil held. Mame pushed through and put explosive rounds into Jasper.
Alice broke bones in his left hand. Mame switched hands and fired point-blank into her chest.
Edward landed devastating blows, cracking more ribs. Mame, broken and bleeding, raised the Casull with his good hand and fired. Edward fell.
Only Bella remained.
The Last Goodbye
The clearing was silent except for the howling wind and the crackling of burning remains.
Only Bella remained standing. She walked toward Mame slowly, crimson eyes filled with grief, rage, and heartbreak. Tears of blood streaked down her face.
"WHY?!" she screamed. "Why did you do this?! You were my brother! You were supposed to understand! You were supposed to love me!"
Mame stood there, bloodied and broken. He looked at her for a long moment — the sister he had fought so hard to protect, now a vampire standing among the ashes of her family.
Then he laughed — a low, bitter, exhausted sound.
"My sister died ten years ago," he said coldly, "when she gave birth to my niece. She didn't survive that day. The thing standing in front of me now… is just another monster who hunts humans for food."
Mame raised the Casull with his good hand one final time. He looked her straight in the eyes.
"I warned you, Isabella."
BANG.
The single headshot was clean and final. Bella's body collapsed into the snow.
Mame stood over her for a moment, breathing hard. Then he reached into his pack and pulled out several large gas containers. He dumped them across the snow and struck a match.
The flames roared to life, engulfing the clearing in a massive inferno. The fire consumed everything.
Mame watched the flames rise higher, his face illuminated by the orange glow. His expression was empty. Hollow.
Renesmee appeared through the blizzard, face twisted in pain and grief. She ran straight to him, throwing her arms around his waist even as the fire raged behind them. "Uncle… please… stop…" she sobbed.
Mame looked down at her — the only piece of his sister that still felt real. For a moment, the cold mask cracked. He wrapped his good arm around her gently and kissed the top of her head one last time.
"Go," he whispered. "Live your life. Be better than them."
He turned and walked into the flames and smoke, disappearing into the burning clearing as Renesmee screamed his name.
But Renesmee burst through the flames after him, her hybrid strength protecting her. She pulled him away from the center of the blaze. Mame collapsed to his knees in the snow, body broken — ribs shattered, blood loss severe, burns covering his skin.
Renesmee dropped beside him. "No… no, you can't die. I won't lose you too." She bared her teeth, moving toward his neck. "I can turn you. I can save you. Please, Uncle. Let me save you."
Mame weakly stopped her. "Don't. I don't want to be like them. You have a choice, Renesmee. You can survive on normal food. You and Jacob can live together. You can find others like you. You can make a new order… one that saves this world in ways I could never do."
He coughed, blood staining the snow. "But if you want revenge on me… if it will help you feel better… you can kill me. Drain me dry. I won't stop you."
Renesmee shook her head, sobbing. "I don't want revenge. I just want my uncle back."
Mame smiled faintly — a small, tired, genuine smile. With the last of his strength, he pulled her into a hug. "I love you, little one. Be better than us. Be free."
In her grief, Renesmee bit down on his neck, drinking deeply. Mame didn't fight it. He held her close as the fire raged, his body slowly going limp in her arms.
When Jacob finally reached her, he found Renesmee kneeling in the snow, cradling Mame's still body.
The nightmare was finally over. But a new chapter — one of healing, of choice, and of a better way — had just begun.
Years passed. Renesmee, with Jacob at her side, built something new.
She created an order — a governing body of vampires, werewolves, witches, and humans who knew the truth. It was built on balance, not fear or dominance.
Hunting humans became illegal. Blood banks were established — clean, ethical, sustainable. Those who refused to change were buried alive in concrete, left to suffer for years before final mercy.
The old covens adapted or were destroyed. A new era began — one of balance, where Renesmee's vision, born from love, loss, and the final words of a broken man, shaped a world her mother and uncle had never imagined.
And in the quiet moments, when the wind blew through the trees near the old clearing in Alaska, some said they could still feel the presence of the man who had burned it all down so something better could rise from the ashes.
Mame's war was over. Renesmee's peace had just begun.
The End.