The sky stretched wide and open above the mansion, painted with the soft hues of dawn—a world reborn, fragile but full of promise. The long battle with the Commission had ended, not just with victory, but with a transformation that reached far beyond time itself.
Inside, the family gathered once more—not as fractured siblings divided by power and secrets, but as a unified force, bound by trust and choice.
Zero stood among them, no longer the distant enigma known as Number 0. Today, he shed that number and the isolation it carried. He chose a new name, one that carried meaning beyond mere designation.
"Call me Kael," he said quietly, the name like a bridge between past and future. "Not number zero, not forgotten. Just Kael."
The siblings looked at him, a mixture of surprise and warmth in their eyes. Luther smiled first, stepping forward to clasp his brother's shoulder.
"Welcome back, Kael."
The road ahead was uncertain, but no longer did fear or secrets cloud their way. They would face the future together, a family forged not by circumstance, but by choice.
Kael looked around the room, seeing not just siblings, but allies, friends, and the people who had saved him as much as he had saved them.
(Time is no longer a chain or a prison. It's a canvas. And we are the artists.)
As the sun rose higher, casting light over the city and beyond, Kael felt a quiet hope settle within him—a promise of new stories, new battles, and above all, a new family.
Together, they would write the future.