The battle ended in fire and ruin, and Kael stood amidst the aftermath, his heart heavy with the weight of his decisions. Lysandra had escaped, her betrayal cutting deeper than any wound he had sustained. But it wasn't just her betrayal that stung—it was the realization that he had failed. He had become no different from the gods, ruling with fear and power, forcing others to bend to his will.
As the dust settled, Kael looked out over the wreckage of the battlefield. The realms were still broken, but the fight was far from over. Elara's warning echoed in his mind—he could still choose a different path, one that didn't lead to destruction.
But could he? Had he already crossed the line?
The answer, Kael knew, was not something that could be decided in a moment. It was something he would have to live with for the rest of his life. A king could not rule over ashes forever. The time had come to rebuild—but the price of freedom, Kael understood, was more than he had ever imagined.
And so, he would fight. Not for power, but for redemption.