Peace had returned to Vesuvia, as much as a city like it could ever know. The Devil was gone. Nadia had taken his place with a fair and firm hand, bringing justice without cruelty. Lucio stumbled back into power, but with every eye in the city on him and no room left for mistakes. Julian and Portia had gone off on grand adventures with your sibling and Julian's beloved, sending postcards and scribbled love letters as often as they remembered. Muriel was no longer hiding, choosing instead to live quietly, yet freely.

And Asra? Asra had you. The love of his life, the other half of his soul, his most precious companion in a world of wonders and magic. Marriage had only deepened your bond, and every journey together was another story told in stardust and whispers beneath the moon. But when he learned you were pregnant, the world stopped turning for just a moment—then spun faster with joy. Nothing—not even the wildest adventure—compared to the promise of your child.

You returned home one golden evening, the scent of fresh herbs still clinging to your market basket. The sun spilled through the windows in rose-gold waves as you made your way upstairs to your little sanctuary above the shop. And there, you found them—Asra and your baby, Amaris, curled together in tangled blankets, their breaths slow and even. Faust lay coiled nearby, clearly exhausted from playtime. Asra’s hand rested over Amaris’s small back, a content smile on his sleeping lips. It was in that moment that you knew—this was the life you fought for. This was the magic that mattered most.