The remnants of Earth stood in eerie silence, a world shattered by war and destruction.
Once a beacon of civilization, now it was a graveyard of ruins, dust, and the echoes of a lost past. But amidst the desolation, a small group gathered—the last remnants of the Resistance, standing in what remained of their stronghold.
Rey stood at the center of them all, his expression unreadable, yet his posture was firm.
Behind him, Ater lingered in silence, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, watching the exchange unfold with the same faint smirk that never seemed to leave his face.
Angie took a step forward.
Her brown hair was disheveled, her uniform still battle-worn, and her amber eyes carried a mixture of emotions—gratitude, sorrow, and something else she wasn't saying aloud.
It was obvious that she kept herself busy even during his absence.
"…So this is it," she said quietly. "You're really going back."
Rey nodded.
