Aran found the Hollow King's path.
The broken rift led to a cliff of impossible flame. And standing at its edge, framed by burning stars and ruin, was Lioran—arms outstretched, glowing brighter than any fire Aran had ever seen.
"Father," Lioran said, "I remember who I am."
And he turned to the Hollow King.
"You wanted me to burn the world…"
The fire inside him pulsed with Elira's light.
"…But I was born to heal it."
He raised his hands.
The flame surged—not to destroy, but to purify.
The Hollow King staggered, screaming.
And for the first time in ages…
The light bled the dark.