The seed Lucky had planted in Umbrael's heart became more than a tree. It became a witness.
Its roots stretched deeper than any other tree's, twining through the bones of the world, touching long-lost ley lines, connecting life from the ocean depths to the frost-kissed peaks of the north.
A new role emerged in the aftermath—Seedkeepers.
Chosen not by bloodline, but by kindness and quiet courage, they wandered from grove to village, carrying satchels of glowing seeds. Each one bore a memory, a story, a hope. They didn't fight with weapons. They listened. Healed. Planted.
Lucky watched them grow, guided their path, then quietly stepped aside.
"Peace is a garden," she whispered to Marla. "It needs many hands."