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Chapter 13 - Chapter 13: The Echo That Remains

The sky over Aethenhold had never been so quiet.

It had been three months since the last hourglass shattered, since Callen Ward and Isora Gray chose to live without loops, resets, or tethered fates.

In that time, the world outside the Academy had started to heal.

Nations sent envoys.

Old wars simmered down.

And for the first time in centuries, the phrase "Grand Anchor" became part of history books—not living nightmares.

But for Callen and Isora, the question remained.

What now?

What comes after saving the world?

Morning at the West Wall

Callen leaned on the west wall battlement, watching sunrise bleed across the horizon.

His coat flapped in the wind, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Below, students practiced rune shaping and elemental forms.

He still wasn't used to being called "Professor."

Especially not Professor Ward.

Isora arrived beside him, wearing her new formal robes. Gold-trimmed, white phoenix embroidery at the collar.

"You're up early again," she said, handing him a cup of tea.

He took it, grateful.

"Couldn't sleep."

"Bad dreams?"

"Not exactly." His eyes narrowed. "It's more like… echoes."

Isora frowned gently.

"Of the loops?"

He shook his head.

"No. Something else."

She said nothing for a moment.

Then: "I've felt it too."

That wasn't exactly comforting.

They stood in silence, sipping tea, watching the world they'd fought so hard to save.

The Letter

Later that day, while sorting through the Academy's ancient vaults, Rhoan approached them holding a scroll sealed in soulwax.

"I thought this might interest you two."

Callen opened it carefully.

The parchment was old—centuries older than it should've been. But the ink shimmered fresh.

It read:

> To the Next Anchor-Breakers,

If you are reading this, it means you succeeded where we could not.

But beware—there is always a Second Layer.

Behind the Hourglass is the Mirror. Behind the Loop is the Road.

Time is not a line. It is a flame. It burns in all directions.

—Signed, The First Tether

Callen read it twice.

Isora read it three times.

Then she whispered, "Mirror…?"

Rhoan shrugged, uneasy.

"None of the records say anything about that. But it's written in the same hand as Halem's spells."

Callen folded the scroll slowly.

A cold weight settled in his chest.

"There's always something else."

Isora's expression was unreadable.

"Do we follow it?"

Callen looked at her.

Her hand brushed his.

And he smiled faintly.

"Not yet."

Evening in the Gardens

That night, Callen and Isora walked together through the Academy's gardens.

Moonlight glowed across the newly planted trees. Fireflies shimmered around rune-lamps. Students sang softly in the distance—an old song of Phoenix and Flame.

Isora leaned against his side as they walked.

"I'm not ready to start another war," she said quietly.

"Neither am I."

They paused beneath the central willow tree.

Callen traced a glyph into the bark.

It pulsed gently, a quiet tether rune.

No loop.

Just a mark.

A reminder.

"Do you ever regret it?" he asked.

Isora tilted her head. "What?"

"Burning everything down. Starting over."

Her smile was soft.

"Not once."

He pulled her closer.

They stood like that until dawn.

Final Lines: The Mirror Awaits

The next morning, as the sun rose, a shadow passed over the Academy.

Not a storm cloud.

Not a creature.

A shimmer in the sky—barely visible.

A glimmer like glass.

A mirror, waiting.

Callen saw it from the west wall.

Isora joined him.

They didn't speak.

They didn't rush.

For now… peace.

But someday soon, they would walk the road again.

Together.

And when they did—

They would face whatever came next.

Because for the first time in all the timelines, they chose to live.

Freely.

Together.

Always.

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