The next morning, the ashes were still hot. The smell of smoke and burnt wood was all over the air. No bird dared to come close.
Ethan was standing on a small hill, looking down at the ruins of Gravenfield.
Fayra stood next to him, confident, and said,
"This town's got no name now. From today, we call it Voldaren… Dragon City."
Ethan grinned,
"Yeah… Voldaren. My city. Our city."
Selena laughed,
"Now that we've got a city, time to build an army, Keymaster."
Alice smirked,
"What, you're gonna pull soldiers outta ashes?"
Ethan smiled, calm and sure,
"Nah… outta their hearts. There's still brave people in this world. I just gotta find 'em."
Just as he said that, a few tired, wounded men and women slowly came out from the ruins. Their faces were full of fear, smoke, and exhaustion.
One man, his voice shaking, said,
"We… we didn't mess with the council… we just…"
Ethan walked up to him, gently placed a hand on his shoulder and said warmly,
