A Few Weeks Later – The World Moves Again
The skies were normal again.
No more rips. No more red lightning. No more monsters crawling out of fog.
Just clouds. Just sun. Just the kind of quiet that didn't make your heart race.
But even though the world had calmed, it hadn't gone back to the way it was.
Not really.
Cities were still full of scaffolding and cranes. Roads were being dug up and relaid. Streets had that strange smell of fresh paint, melted asphalt, and iron from broken pipes. Places that had once been neighborhoods were now rows of tents and temporary homes. The damage from that final clash had left scars across continents, and while the fighting had ended, the healing was only just beginning.
News helicopters buzzed above the reconstruction zones, broadcasting headlines like:
"Humanity Rebuilds: Recovery Efforts in Full Swing."
"World Leaders Break Silence on Supernatural Revelation."
"Monsters Are Real—And So Are the Ones Who Fought Them."
