Six months had passed since the final confrontation.
The city breathed differently — quieter, calmer. The Crow Forest had fallen silent, as if even its spirits had decided to rest. The barrier was lifted, but not destroyed — transformed into a circle of protection, powered not by demonic force, but by the will of those who had survived.
Jeremy sat on the roof of the old school building, gazing at the night sky. The stars were clear again, as if something — or someone — had washed the ash from them.
Julie joined him without a word. She sat down beside him, intertwining her fingers with his.
"Everything has changed," she said softly. "But I feel... at peace."
Jeremy nodded. "Me too. For the first time. I no longer feel that darkness. It's still out there, it always will be. But it doesn't rule me. It doesn't steal my sleep. It doesn't take you from me."
She smiled at him.
"And Rosalie?"
"She disappeared. By her own choice. But something tells me she'll come back. Someday. Not with anger. With a question."
"Are you ready to answer her?"
Jeremy was silent for a long time.
"Now I am. Because I'm no longer just her shadow. Nor the son of demons. I am... myself."
In the distance, bells chimed. In the church that Martha had rebuilt with her own hands, a light burned. Jack and Alison hadn't returned to their former powers. But they had returned to their son. And that was enough.
Henry stayed on the sidelines — as always. But his shadow sometimes appeared among the trees, always watching.
Jeremy stood, reaching out his hand to Julie.
"Ready?"
"For anything."
They climbed down from the roof together, arm in arm.
Behind them — the past. Ahead — a road without a map, but with hope.
And with a magic that no longer needed to be a curse.