In the aftermath of the war, Kael stood at the edge of the world, overlooking the vast expanse of what had once been a fractured, broken land. It was now a land of hope, of opportunity, and of freedom.
The world was rebuilding, and Kael had finally fulfilled his promise. He had freed the realms from the gods and from the Architects who had controlled them. But he knew that his journey was far from over. The world would always need someone to guide it—to ensure that it never fell into the same cycle of tyranny and control.
Kael had become a legend. Not as a king who ruled with an iron fist, but as a ruler who had learned the true cost of power and the value of freedom.
He looked down at the sword that had once been a symbol of his vengeance. It was now a symbol of his redemption.
"Elara," he whispered, turning to the woman who had stood by him through it all. "We've done it."
Elara smiled, her eyes filled with pride. "Yes, Kael. Together, we've done it."
And with that, the sun rose on a new age—a world free of the gods' control, free of the shackles of the past. Kael had done what no one thought was possible: he had freed the world and built something worth fighting for.