Victory was the foundation, but not the summit.
The Sovereign returned to Cindrath.
He gazed at them not with conquest in his eyes, but with the burden of vision.
He declared:
["A river needs its banks to avoid spilling into chaos.
So too must the world have a hand to guide it.
You shall govern yourselves within your walls.
But beyond them, I shall be the law that tempers ambition,
The hand that steadies the blade."]
Cindrath, bloodied but wiser, agreed.
Thus the Sovereign became not a mere king, but the true architect of a world reborn.
But he knew peace is built not only on alliances, but also on power undeniable.
Thus he commanded the creation of unstoppable weapons — silent, terrible engines that could level kingdoms if ever the need arose.
He wielded these not to oppress, but to ensure that no rebellion would even dare to dream.
Fear kept the peace where love could not.