Years passed.
Not measured in time.
Measured in absence.
Kael Veyris still existed but only as a background constant.
He did not guide worlds.
He did not correct fate.
He did not rewrite stories.
And because of that
Existence changed.
Civilizations rose without divine adjustment.
Heroes failed and learned.
Villains won and faced consequences.
Stories became imperfect.
And for the first time in eternity
they were real.
Nyx became a true guardian, no longer relying on Kael's presence.
Selene let futures unfold instead of correcting them.
Vorin laid down his weapon and chose to protect people, not realms.
They grew.
Because Kael let them.
I watched from nowhere.
Not hidden.
Not absent.
Just uninvolved.
This was harder than rewriting infinity.
Because now mistakes mattered.
Good I whispered.
Then something happened.
Not catastrophic.
Not dramatic.
A contradiction.
A story began repeating itself not as a loop not as fate.
As if someone was trying to remember me.
I felt it immediately.
Not as danger.
As summoning.
I opened my eyes.
So I said calmly
someone broke the silence
And somewhere far away
A story took its first step
toward needing Kael Veyris again.