Anos Voldigoad stood at the edge of the world.
Not a cliff.Not a gate.Just a place where his presence no longer anchored anything.
The air felt lighter here—less strained, less aware of him. Reality had learned how to breathe without checking whether he approved.
Subaru watched from a few steps away, hands clenched in his jacket pockets. "So… this is it."
"Yes," Anos replied.
"No dramatic goodbye?" Subaru tried to joke. "No last miracle?"
Anos glanced at him. "You no longer require proof."
That silenced him.
Emilia stepped forward, struggling to find words that didn't sound like destiny trying to sneak back in.
"You changed everything," she said. "And then you refused to rule it."
"That is why it will last," Anos replied.
Puck floated between them, arms crossed. "You're weird, you know that?"
"I am aware."
A faint smile touched Puck's face. "Thanks. For letting us be… small."
Anos nodded.
The space behind him began to thin—not tearing open, not glowing—simply becoming optional, like a door no longer locked.
Subaru swallowed. "What about her?" he asked quietly.
Anos understood.
"The Witch of Envy will fade," he said. "Not erased. Not redeemed. Starved."
"Is that cruel?" Subaru asked.
"No," Anos answered. "It is honest."
The world trembled slightly—not in fear, but recognition.
It was ready.
Anos stepped back.
"Remember this," he said, voice carrying without force."No one owns your suffering.No one authorizes your future.And no one saves you without cost."
He paused.
"If you ever summon me," he added, "it will mean you failed."
Subaru winced. "Wow. Okay. No pressure."
"That is the point."
Anos turned.
The space behind him folded inward, not closing—simply forgetting he was there.
And then—
He was gone.
No explosion.No aftershock.No divine absence screaming to be filled.
Just a world standing alone.
Subaru stared at the empty space for a long time.
"…Guess we don't get retries anymore," he said.
Emilia looked at the horizon, steady. "Then we'll have to get it right."
The wind moved through the grass.
The world did not wait.
And somewhere far beyond it—Anos Voldigoad walked on, already irrelevant to the future he had refused to control.