Remi’s search had finally reached its end, and with it, he departed Hadea once more. Why linger? For a legacy he neither desired nor cared for, one that had been forced upon him like a burden? No. He had fulfilled his duty, averted the calamity, and that was enough.

Hadea itself was little more than a ruin—scarred by civil war, broken and desolate. His roots might have been planted there, but he felt no sentiment in their pull. If anything, he carried only an emptiness within.

And yet, back in Canada—home, though the word felt strange—another void waited for him. His quest to uncover the truth of his parents was over, and now, lying awake with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, he found himself wondering what remained to chase.

“I need a job…” he muttered at last, turning his head to where you stirred faintly beside him.