"It was never about who was right.It was about who survived long enough to tell the story."— Serenya, the Forgotten Wing
The sky cracked as she descended.
Not with lightning.Not with flame.But with memory.
Serenya's wings spread wide as she walked into the clearing—charred stone crunching beneath her bare feet.She wore no armor.She carried no weapon.Only the Mark that now burned gold across her throat like a silent scream.
Vayren stood alone.
Veilbrand at his side.Breath slow.Heart stalling.
He didn't speak.
She didn't wait.
Scene: The Reunion
"You should have died in the Fold," he said.
Serenya tilted her head.
"I did."
He stepped forward.
"Why now?"
"Because you remember enough," she replied, voice low. Steady. Inevitable.
"And because you're still trying to rewrite what you did."
Vayren's hand hovered near his blade.
"You think I came here to lie?"
"No," she said. "I think you came here hoping I'd forgive you."
Scene: The Truth in Her Voice
"You killed me," she said.
He flinched.Not because it was new—but because it wasn't.
"You told me I had to choose.Between the world…And us."
Her eyes burned brighter than any flame.
"I chose us.And you still drove Veilbrand through my chest."
Vayren's voice cracked.
"I saw Kaien behind you. I thought—"
"No," she said. "You didn't think.You feared."
Silence.
He couldn't argue.
She stepped closer.
And the air around her bent—not with Echo, but with history reclaiming its place.
"Kaien broke the oath."
"Yes."
"But you broke me."
Vayren looked up.
"Then why are you here?"
She reached into the folds of her robe.Pulled out something small.A silver ring.Charred. Cracked. Burned into a perfect circle.
"To return this," she whispered.
She dropped it at his feet.
"And to warn you."
Scene: The Warning
"Vellamira's summoning the Fifth Relic."
"Where?" Vayren asked.
"Doesn't matter," Serenya replied.
"Because you won't reach it."
He tensed.
"You're not stopping us."
"I'm not here to stop you."
Her wings opened wide—light pouring off her feathers like holy fire.
"I'm here to bury everything we were.So the world never becomes us again."
She vanished in a flash of wind and grief.
And Vayren stood still.
The ring at his feet glowed faintly.
Tenebranth pulsed behind him.
And far away…
Kaien felt it.
Final Lines
Vellamira knelt before a relic bathed in bloodlight.
It floated above a pool of screaming ink—A crown forged from the bones of unchosen gods.
She smiled.
"Let the Fifth Relic rise."