For the first time in months, the sky remained clear through the night.
No eclipse.No cracks.No trembling horizon.
The twin dark stars rotated high above—small compared to the former eclipse, yet unmistakable. Scholars would later name them the Boundary Stars. Priests called them omens. Children simply stared.
Across continents, survivors emerged from shelters and ruins.
Cities were scarred but standing. Entire coastlines had shifted. One mountain range no longer existed. But the world had not ended.
That alone felt miraculous.
Kaito stood at the edge of the restored shoreline where the ocean had once split apart. The water moved normally now, gentle and rhythmic, as though nothing had ever happened.
But everything had.
He could feel Silver Eyes everywhere—woven into the laws of balance. Not speaking. Not guiding. Simply present.
The hunter's glyph rested quietly between his shoulders, no longer burning.
Footsteps approached behind him.
Military banners.
Religious envoys.
Arcane scholars.
They kept their distance.
No one knew how to address the one who had redefined the sky.
Kaito did not turn.
He already sensed it.
The world had survived the Hunger.
Now it had to decide what to do with him.