Kael, the forger of realities, felt a pang of loss. His hands, which had once shaped galaxies, now lay still. He had defined himself by his creations, and in this new silence, he felt a profound sense of uselessness. But as he watched the silent conversation unfold, a new feeling began to take root: the quiet joy of a parent watching their child take its first steps.
He was not a forger, but a guardian. Not a creator, but a witness. And in that quiet acceptance, he found a new and deeper purpose. His role was not to shape, but to behold. Not to command, but to love.