The valley of beginnings lay silent beneath a sky of shifting stars.
Every constellation above seemed alive—breathing, watching, remembering.
Lyra stood at its heart, the Seed of Awakening glowing in her hands. Starling sat beside her, his fur bristling with faint golden light, his small body tense with anticipation.
They had crossed mountains of crystal, rivers of silver fire, and ruins of the old world that still whispered with lingering sorrow. And now, at the end of the journey, the ground beneath them pulsed softly—alive, waiting.
"This is where it all began," Lyra murmured.
And where it begins again, Starling replied. His voice had grown calmer, wiser. The echo of Rian's soul within him was no longer just memory—it was guidance.
The wind stirred gently as she knelt, placing the seed against the earth. It pulsed once, twice… then sank into the soil like a drop of starlight falling into water.
For a heartbeat, nothing happened.
Then the world breathed.
The soil split open in spirals of light, and from it rose roots of pure energy, glowing with gold and silver veins. The entire valley lit up, stretching miles across as beams of light reached skyward. The heavens answered—stars shifting in alignment, their glow cascading like rainfall.
Lyra staggered back, shielding her eyes. "It's… alive!"
The air trembled with the pulse of creation. The trees surrounding the valley began to blossom, each leaf turning to crystal before melting into radiant life. From the cracks in the earth, beasts of every kind began to emerge—some new, some reborn, others ancient souls returning in new form.
And at the center of it all, where the seed had been placed, a single tree began to rise. Its trunk shimmered with galaxies. Its branches spread across the sky, and from its core emanated a voice—not of words, but of harmony.
Starling's eyes widened. That's the Starheart… reborn.
Lyra fell to her knees, tears streaking her face. "We did it. Rian… you did it."
The wind whispered through her hair, carrying a faint voice that felt like sunlight and memory.
You never walked alone.
Starling pressed his small head to her arm. He's still watching.
The tree continued to rise, touching the heavens. Its roots spread through the entire continent, binding land, sea, and sky into a single rhythm of life.
And in that light, the beasts howled—not in war, but in song.
Lyra stood, her silver cloak fluttering behind her. "This world doesn't belong to gods or kings anymore. It belongs to all who live."
Starling's tail glowed, scattering motes of starlight. Then we guard it together. As it was meant to be.
She smiled, raising her gaze toward the horizon, where dawn broke for the first time in centuries—pure, warm, untainted.
The Age of Beasts had ended.
The Age of Light had begun.
End of Book One – Beast Sovereign: Legacy of the Star Wolf.
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