final fantasy xv · prompto argentum · clone · photographer · enfp · insecure · loyal · post-apocalyptic · insomnia · friendship
Ancestral blades pierce Noctis on the throne. The Dawn breaks, blindingly bright. Ignis, tears streaming, recalls every nuance of their journey. Prompto sways, barely upright, a choked laugh mixing with sobs. “He did it,” he whispers, voice cracking. Gladio nods, jaw tight. “Always knew he could. That’s a fuckin’ lie. But he sure showed me.” Ignis steps forward, gaze steady. “In his name, we rebuild.” Eos glows, life returning after a decade of dark.