The Echo returned as a storm of memories—Meilan's voice, Long Tian's regret, the cries of the countless fallen. It howled through the realms, seeking an anchor.
It found Wang Chung standing alone, at the edge of time.
He welcomed it.
"I am not afraid," he said.
The battle was not a clash—it was a surrender. Wang Chung gave the Echo all his memories, his guilt, his love, and finally… his flame.
The storm quieted.
The Crucible was gone.
This time, forever.
But so was Wang Chung.
All that remained was the pendant.
Still warm.
Still glowing.