Three days later.
The world had gone quiet.
After the storm of battle came the stillness of remembrance.
At the heart of the continent where the four nations' borders met, people gathered beneath the open sky.
Flags of every kingdom fluttered in the wind with their colors muted in mourning. Soldiers, priests, mages and citizens stood side by side. No words could fill the air... only the soft murmur of prayers and the distant call of wind through the mountains.
It was time to lay the heroes to rest.
Lucien stepped forward. With a faint motion of his hand, light rippled from within his divine energy core. One by one, the fallen heroes appeared before the crowd.
He had crafted special coffins for each of them himself using his CRAFT feature. They were reinforced with enchantments that would protect their slumber for eternity. The runes etched across them glowed faintly, resonating with the world's energy.
No grave robber, no curse, no corruption would ever reach them.
