To mend the world, Sharath summoned the First Unified Assembly — a convocation of leaders, mages, scholars, and kings from over two dozen realms.
It was held not in Navaleon's gilded halls, but on the Ruined Steps of Brela, where the war had cut deepest. The ground beneath their feet was still ash and bone.
Many arrived armored — physically and emotionally. Others brought spies disguised as scribes. But none could deny the truth that towered before them: the Thunder Arsenal mounted behind Sharath, guarded by the Arc Sentinels.
Before any speech, he stepped into the open and unarmed.
He carried only a child's charred toy.
"This," he said, voice echoing over the field, "was found where your hatred met our dream."
He paused, locking eyes with former enemies. Some flinched. Others wept.
"If power alone ruled nations," he continued, "then empires would be built by storms, not people."
There was no applause.
Only reckoning.