"Arthur, there must be a proper celebration banquet for this," King Valen insisted yet again, his regal bearing unable to hide the genuine gratitude in his voice. The Western Continent's monarch had been making this request with increasing urgency since I'd returned from the Savage Communion's stronghold. "After what you've accomplished—defeating the Second Calamity, ending the cult war, saving countless lives—the world needs to witness this moment properly."
I rubbed the back of my head, feeling the weight of ceremony settling around me like an uncomfortable cloak.
But now was different.
"Yes," I nodded, surprising everyone within earshot. "You're right. Two of the five major cults in the world have fallen. The Savage Communion, and now the Umbravale Covenant are both destroyed. We should celebrate accordingly."
