Time moved.
Seasons passed, and with them came children.
Tiny hands clutching at horns or tails, born of love and immense passion. The hard-won peace everyone bled for granted them a place to grow and nurture their little heads. Some wives bore heirs to their bloodlines, a promise with Asmodeus. Others didn't care for such things and just enjoyed motherhood.
After the grand union and all nations signing the treaty, appointing Lumeria as the guardian of the continent, a period of peace followed.
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The Fortress City of Zar'Kaleth, Lumeria.
Black banners snapped against a clear sky above the rebuilt citadel.
They repaired the once-ruined walls using elven masonry, with beautiful patterns etched into the stonework. Beneath the spire, countless soldiers performed drills along the parade grounds under a single crest.
The mark of the Demon God.
