After the fall of the Shadow Lord, the base of the One Gaulle power hierarchy, the cornerstone of the Ouranios Alliance, fell, ending their period of tyranny. The Alliance, running low from a stream of strategic defeats, was in complete disaster. Their armies, pride of which could not be overthrown, are now, tattered and demoralized, and powerless against the resurgent Daimonas troops. Having ended a campaign already in progress for many years, the line of departure in violence and excruciating pain had a stop.
Nyx stood amidst the desolate landscape of the final battlefield, his gaze sweeping across the horizon. The parting shot in smoke heard at the tail end fell upon the eyes and, passing through it, the flimsy beds of the morning sun slipped over the sky in hues of hope and renewal. A new day broke, not only for the world, but for the culture—the Daimonas people. Their lives of fear of the Shadow Realm and the draconian control by the Ouranios Alliance, which had lived in darkness for far too long, is now over.
He had achieved the revenge, as wished, the ultimate goal of his endeavour. Yet, the victory felt strangely hollow. The weight of all those lives that have been taken, the scale of pain he had seen, crushed him. The route he made, Obsidian Path obtained in retribution, had paid an enormous price and not only to his opponents but also to his own and to his people and to himself.
Led by Nyx, the Daimonas embarked on a guided, epic task of restoring their fractured world. They built new communities, establishing new relationships with those who had been exploited by the regime of the Alliance. It started with the long and difficult process of clearing the burden and pain of healing from the past by clearing the heavy and painful task of reuniting their shattered past bonds as a community. Although, forever marked by the horror of the bad things he saw, Nyx dedicated his life to create a future for his kind, better.
He refused to seize power for himself. He had already tasted the corrosive effect of absolute power and understood that real power is derived not only from the power of also dominating, but also from the power to grant freedom to others. He decided to initiate, and assist, to train, and empower his community members helping them become leaders in their own right, while restoring their lives. He realized that real courage is written in the communal heart of the crowd, in its strength to resist adversity in unity.
The Obsidian Path, lit by the fire of retribution, had brought Nyx to a most surprising finish. It was not a road to omnipotence or even to the rule of a tyranny, but a journey of self-discovery, and in the journey of self-discovery, there was understanding, tolerance, and eventually, a fragile but precious peace. All the world had forever shifted and Nyx had shifted with that world. While the fire of vendettas had burned even from ceasefire, it had been tempered in the flames of war, shaping a leader not be consumed by hate, but by a powerful, unquestionable devotion to the destiny of his people.