"This is just the beginning. To safeguard the new era, every dawn after we must be ready to draw our swords and face the enemy once again."
Cynthia walked to her side, their eyes meeting, filled with tacit agreement and determination.
"As long as our beliefs do not perish, no darkness can devour our future." She murmured in response, "Even if scarred all over, never will we retreat a single step."
Outside the window, winter snow blankets the earth, a layer of silvery white serenity enveloping the entire royal capital, yet indoors, a more intense, complex, and tense emotion burns.
David stands in the center of the hall, clad in a faded yet dignified crimson-gold battle armor, his gaze deep as the stars, scanning the representatives of many races.
He slowly opens his mouth: "We have crossed many hurdles, but the future is still filled with challenges.
