Jhonathan woke up slowly.
Warm light filtered through the wooden shutters of a small inn room. Outside, the world sounded… normal. No collapsing skies. No screaming domains. No gods pressing down on reality itself.
For a moment, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
"…I survived."
His voice came out quiet, almost unsure.
He lifted his arm.
No ancient tattoos.
No divine markings.
No eye symbol on his forehead.
Just skin.
Human skin.
"…It's gone."
A soft sound came from the other side of the room.
Sylviana was sitting on the edge of the second bed.
Alive.
Real.
Not a memory. Not a soul fragment. Not a vision.
Just Sylviana.
Jhonathan's eyes widened.
Then he sat up so fast the bed creaked under the movement.
"…Sylvie?"
Before she could even answer—
he crossed the room in an instant and pulled her into a tight hug.
Not a warrior's grip.
Not a battle-ready hold.
Just relief.
"I'm glad you're alive, Sylvie!!"
His voice cracked slightly on the last word.
Sylviana froze for a second.
Then her body softened as she returned the hug.
Her hands trembled slightly before gripping him tighter.
"…I miss you."
That was all it took.
Her voice broke.
Tears began falling down her face as she buried herself against him.
All the battles. All the deaths. All the resets. All the impossible days.
It all came out at once.
Jhonathan pulled back just slightly, holding her face gently in his hands.
Like he was afraid she might disappear again if he let go too quickly.
"…I would protect you forever."
Sylviana laughed softly through tears.
"You always say that…"
"But you always do it."
Silence settled between them.
Not the heavy silence of war.
But something quieter.
Something fragile.
Something almost peaceful.
Outside the inn, life continued.
People walked.
Vendors shouted.
Carriages passed.
The world did not care that gods had just fought in it.
Jhonathan finally let go—just enough to sit beside her.
But not fully.
Never fully.
Sylviana wiped her tears and took a breath.
"…Tomorrow we leave."
Jhonathan nodded.
"…Where?"
She looked out the window.
"To the town where the coronation of the Ten Kings will happen."
A pause.
Then she added quietly—
"And something tells me…"
"…this time, it won't just be gods watching."