[: 3rd POV :]
A gentle silence settled across the Kingdom of Yemia.
The rulers who had once stood as the final defenders of their dying world now stood together beneath a new banner.
The banner of the Faction of Vahl'Zareth.
Though they had yet to receive Daniel's blood, they were declared as.
King Reja looked at Daniel with unwavering respect.
Just a short while ago, he had been prepared to die alongside his people.
Now...for the first time in years...
He felt hope.
Not false hope.
Not desperate hope.
But genuine hope.
The other rulers shared the same expression.
The Elven Queen smiled peacefully.
The Dwarf King stood proudly with his hammer resting on his shoulder.
Even the usually expressionless Vampire King looked far more relaxed than before.
Daniel observed each of them before a small smile appeared on his face.
"I'm happy to welcome all of you into Vahl'Zareth."
His words brought smiles to the faces of many.
However...Daniel raised a finger.
