epilogue
A thousand years had passed, and Lord Hadrain stood at the edge of a vast, cosmic walkway, gazing down at Earth for the final time. The once-familiar blues and greens of the planet’s surface were now obscured by bright flashes of blue and green lights, pulsating and shimmering as they masked the world below. These lights heralded the Corven, his vessel, as it navigated away from the solar system, embarking on a journey to realms that belonged to the departed— a place known as Amoria.
As he watched, distant planets, sprawling space stations, and a myriad of interstellar ships glided past him through swirling galaxies and ethereal nebulas. Fantastical streaks of cosmic energy danced across the expanse of space, illuminating the void. Hadrain felt a bittersweet pang as they sailed toward the edge of the universe, where reality as he knew it began to blur with the unfathomable cosmos.
Upon disembarking, he took a deep breath, immersing himself in the moment as he strode toward an old friend waiting for him—a figure draped in shadows, the embodiment of Death itself. An infectious smile spread across Hadrain's face, filled with joy and nostalgia, as he realized he had finally arrived. The last of the Evenshade line had come home.
Turning one last time to cast a final glance at the fading lights of the living cosmos, he stepped over the threshold and into the realm of the Amorials. As he crossed the line, he felt the weight of magic dissipate around him, unraveling along the cosmic pathways like gossamer threads slipping from his fingers. The last flicker of magic extinguished, signaling that the age of the magical had drawn to a close.
Awaiting him were familiar faces—Pansy, the many Slytherins, Blacks, Tom, his mother and father, the grim Reaper, the enigmatic twins, the Delacour's, and countless others. The grand gate behind him closed softly as they all gathered in the Fields of Dreams. No remnants of magic lingered in this sacred space; the immortals of magic had faded from the living cosmos, marking an epoch where magic was just a memory, whispering through the echoes of time. For now, there was no magic—only the presence and palpable energy of those who had transcended beyond the stars.