The days that followed were a blur of negotiations, alliances, and reconstruction. Kael worked tirelessly to establish a new order—one that wasn't built on fear or domination, but on cooperation and trust. It wasn't easy, and there were those who still wanted to see him fall. But Kael was no longer the man he had once been. His journey had changed him.
As the first new council was formed, Kael stood before the leaders of the realms, his heart pounding. He was no longer the fallen warrior who had sought revenge. He was the man who had risen from the ashes, determined to build something better.
"The old gods are gone," Kael said, his voice carrying across the room. "The old ways have died. We now have the chance to forge a future without their chains. It's up to us to decide what that future will look like."
The room was filled with murmurs, but Kael could feel the shift. The people were beginning to believe. For the first time, he wasn't just a ruler—he was a symbol of hope.