The fortress was alive with activity. Scouts returned with news of distant lands, whispers of other powers stirring in the shadows. Nkosana knew the world had changed—and so had he.
Gathered in the war room, Nkosana, Lira, Kaede, and Matsu poured over reports.
"We need allies," Kaede said, pointing to a map dotted with territories ruled by fierce clans and ancient houses.
Lira crossed her arms. "Some will be wary of us—of the Demon Seed."
Matsu's eyes gleamed. "But others will see strength. We must choose wisely."
Nkosana stepped forward, voice steady. "We'll send envoys. Not just warriors, but emissaries of peace and power."
Outside, the wind carried a chill — a reminder that even after victory, the shadows never truly disappear.
"We fight not just for survival," Nkosana said, "but for a future we can shape."
The first step toward a new era had begun.
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