The war had ended with an explosion of light.
With the monsters eradicated in one sweeping blast of divine backlash caused by Kyle's destruction of the final shard, the world finally breathed again.
The skies were no longer tainted by black wings or screeches of horror. The forests, cities, and borders were no longer under siege.
For the first time in years, humans could rest. And when humans rested, they celebrated.
Festivals erupted across cities.
Bells rang from temples. Markets overflowed with wine, silk, and song. But the largest gathering—no, the gathering—was held in the capital.
The hero who had saved humanity was the guest of honor.
And even those who once scorned his existence had no choice but to bow their heads now.
Whispers once drenched with doubt now only praised his name. Nobles who once plotted against him now lined up, eager to stand at his side.
Especially those with unmarried daughters.
