Decades passed, and the struggles of Prince Helard, Prince Wilord, and Prince Gust finally came to an end. Each of them had fought fiercely to conquer their assigned realms, and though they had succeeded, the price was steep. The beings of the Merman Realm, the Realm of the Giant Tortoises, and the Earthen Serpents' Land may have been subdued, but they did not serve their rulers with loyalty or admiration. Fear and resentment simmered beneath the surface, creating a fragile peace. Though the princes claimed victory, they had never truly won the hearts of the creatures they sought to dominate.
But in the Realm of the Thundering Wolves, a very different story had unfolded. Prince Trallod, the one who had not sought the throne, had become something far greater than just a conqueror. His quiet strength, his unwavering power over the earth, and his refusal to impose needless suffering had earned him the respect of the realm's inhabitants. His rule had brought stability, not through fear, but through a shared understanding of his dominance and fairness.
Over time, the beasts of the realm—wolves, creatures of the earth, and even the most fearsome predators—came to see Prince Trallod not as an enemy, but as a protector and ruler worthy of their allegiance. Where his brothers struggled to control, Trallod built something lasting, something alive.
Under his leadership, the once-wild lands transformed. Prince Trallod used his abilities to shape the realm into something far more than just a conquered territory. He built a magnificent city of stone, carved from the very earth that had once been untamed and hostile. Massive walls encircled the city, towers reaching toward the sky like the mountains themselves. And within those walls, life flourished.
The creatures of the realm, once bound by their own instincts, now lived in harmony under Trallod's rule. Wolves, whose fearsome howls once echoed in the night, patrolled the city as guardians, standing side by side with Trallod's golems—towering figures made entirely of stone, bound to his will. These golems were not mindless brutes, but protectors, each one crafted with care and precision by Trallod himself, their every movement directed by his thoughts.
The streets of the city were filled with life. Merchants, craftsmen, and traders moved freely, peddling their wares in markets that bustled with activity. Stone buildings lined the streets, each one intricately designed by the prince, who had mastered the art of shaping the earth into whatever form he desired. Waterways flowed through the city, bringing fresh streams from the mountains to sustain the populace. It was a city unlike any other, born from the power of the Calamity, yet thriving with peace.
And at the heart of the city stood the Castle of Stone, Trallod's grand fortress, a monument to his unyielding strength. But it was more than a symbol of power—it was a sanctuary. Unlike the fortresses of his brothers, which were designed to intimidate and terrify, Trallod's castle welcomed those who sought refuge. Beasts and creatures of all kinds, once scattered across the realm in fear, now came to live within the city's walls, finding peace under Trallod's watchful gaze.
It was said that in the presence of Prince Trallod, even the wildest of creatures became tame. His connection to the earth extended to all living things, and in time, the creatures of the realm understood that they were not slaves, but inhabitants of a kingdom built on mutual respect. They revered him not because he demanded it, but because he had earned it.
As the city grew, so too did Trallod's army. His golems, once few in number, became a force to be reckoned with. Towering stone soldiers marched through the city, each one an extension of Trallod's will. They were invincible, their bodies impervious to blades, arrows, and magic. And when the wolves howled, the earth itself seemed to stir in response, ready to defend the realm at a moment's notice.
The realm was no longer just a conquered land—it was a thriving empire, a testament to Trallod's mastery over the earth and his ability to lead. The creatures that once lived in fear of being ruled now embraced his leadership, and the city became a symbol of what could be accomplished when power was used wisely.
From his castle, Prince Trallod looked out over his city with quiet satisfaction. He had no need for titles, no desire to claim his father's throne, yet here he stood as a ruler in his own right. The beings of his realm no longer saw him as a mere prince—they called him the Stone King, the one who had brought life from the earth itself.
But even as his realm prospered, the fate of the other realms weighed on his mind. He knew that his brothers were still struggling, still fighting to maintain control. And while they focused on power and conquest, Trallod had built something far more lasting.
Now, as the decades passed and whispers of his brothers' failures reached his ears, Trallod began to wonder what would happen next. Would his brothers, filled with ambition and pride, seek him out? Would they challenge him, desperate to prove themselves worthy of the throne? Or would they recognize that the power they sought could not be won through brute force alone?
As the sun set over the city, casting long shadows over the stone streets, Prince Trallod stood at the highest tower of his castle, gazing out at his domain. He was not concerned with their ambitions. His realm was secure, his people happy.
But still, the thought lingered in the back of his mind: When his brothers returned, would they see the strength of the Stone King and realize they were no match for the Calamity?
For now, the city thrived, and Prince Trallod ruled with a quiet, unshakable power. He had no need for the throne of his father—he had already built something far greater.
The age of Trallod had begun, and the Realm of Stone would stand for eternity.