The night had deepened and the celebration finally reached its end.
At the head table, Brandon, Amelia, Freya, Rheanne, Emperor Valerian, Emperor Aldric and Scylla were sitting together.
They are the only ones remaining in the Grand Hall.
The group continued chatting and laughing, sharing stories of past battles, political maneuvers, and the early days of the Holy Land's creation.
Emperor Aldric leaned back in his chair, "I still remember the first time I heard rumors about you, Lord Kael," he said, raising his glass toward Brandon.
"A mysterious warrior traveling with the Goddess herself, cutting down towers and rifts. I thought it was an exaggeration. Now here you are... married to the princess of my rival empire and helping create an entire Holy Land. Life truly is stranger than fiction."
Valerian smiled, sipping his wine "And yet, it worked out better than any of us could have planned. The Holy Land has brought stability to the region."
