Deva, Temple of Treachery

Epilogue

Amara washed Vihaan's parents sprinkle ash on the river. It wasn't his true ash, since Vihaan's body was never found, but it still made their heart calm to burn his belongings in an attempt to give him a decent funeral.

Silas stood leaning against a wall, his face covered by darkness as he tried to not disturb the people grieving. His eyes were guarding Amara though, never leaving her features for a second. He has never abandoned her side since they had left the temple, still grateful for purifying him. He also had nowhere to go, and they had grown closer. None of them truly fitted into this world, but still was forced to walk it.

Her mother stood beside her. Her eyes dead since Amara had come home to find that Amos had left without a word. When Amara had told her about Amos and what he was doing, Milana had just relied with, "I know."

Amos being a witch and gathering artifacts to bring back to be protected was apparently already known by her mother and she had supported him. Amara wondered if Milana blamed her for him leaving, she never dared ask. Fearing the answer.

"Will you chase him?" asked Milana suddenly, her voice quiet almost like she didn't want to bother the mourners.

"I will."

"Why? What will you do with all that power? He was correct when he said that we don't have the power to hold such objects. They will only gather the attention of bad people who will come to take it for themselves," Milana said, finally turning her eyes to Amara.

"Your father never understood that, claiming that the artifacts belong to the people of India. Not even considering that it won't matter to people whose heart are filled with greed. Can you protect it better than Amos's coven could? They have witches, gods and beings you cannot even imagine on their side. What do you have?"

Amara was silence for a while, suddenly looking up at Silas. "For now, a god and a demon."

Her eyes turned to her mother. "Soon, far more than that. I will gather every being in India willing to listen. The Nagas of the deep sea, the Garudas of the mountains. The demigods left by the Devas and the Rakshasas left by the asuras. We will unite, we will be strong and then we will take back what belongs to us."

A glint lit up in Milana's eyes, nodding she turned her eyes to the river. "Good, that is the path forward. Do not wave around in the dark without a plan. Just lit a light, and go down the illuminated path. That is how we build a future."