The sun climbed higher over Elderglow as peace negotiations unfolded, the morning light of July 16, 2025, casting a hopeful glow on the citadel's stone walls. Kael and Liora stood at the forefront, their presence a symbol of the alliance that had closed the rift. The task force mingled with diplomats, Solaris and Lunari leaders exchanging cautious words, the air thick with the promise of unity tempered by centuries of mistrust.
Kael addressed the assembly, his voice steady. "We fought together, bled together. The Void's gone—let's build something new." His words drew nods, but murmurs of doubt rippled through the Solaris side. Liora followed, her tone sharp yet diplomatic. "This isn't surrender—it's strength. We can coexist." The Lunari delegation shifted, some softening, others resistant.
Behind closed doors, their personal struggle intensified. Alone in a council chamber, Kael's frustration boiled over. "We can't keep hiding this—us," he said, stepping closer, his golden eyes intense. Liora's breath caught, her resolve wavering. "And if it costs the peace? I won't let that happen," she countered, her silver gaze locked with his.
The argument flared, their voices low but charged. Kael grabbed her hand, the touch sparking a memory of the cavern. "I'd risk it for you," he admitted, his voice raw. Liora pulled back, torn. "We need time," she whispered, her heart aching. They parted, the fragile peace outside mirroring the delicate balance within them, their love a secret yet to be tested against their peoples' will.