In the wake of war, it wasn't weapons or mana reactors that rebuilt Eden—it was soil.
And Rael Velarion, now titled High Minister of Agriculture and Planetary Reclamation, stood at the helm of that quiet revolution.
Across vast farmlands carved from fractured terrain, from jungles tamed by mana-seeding to salt flats restored by skyborne irrigation, she sowed something more than just crops.
She sowed hope.
"Food is not just survival," she said to a gathering of faction leaders."It is peace. It is dignity. It is the right of every living being to eat without blood in their mouth or war in their field."
Every nation agreed.
Because it was Rael who had starved beside them during the ten-year war.
It was Rael who had turned barren cliff faces into vertical orchards.
It was Rael who had given birth to The Verdant Accord, a unified system that ensured every continent—regardless of class, mana, or power—would grow their own food under shared knowledge, seeds, and sustainability pacts.
Beside her stood Kael Vireth, not as a general—but as a man in love.
He had traded armor for a suncloak, blades for blueprint tablets, and led the Agramek Vanguard, a tech-augmented farming and logistics division equipped with autonomous harvesters, terraforming drones, and mana pulse sprinklers that revived dead zones within hours.
"You lead with heart," Kael often told her, fingers coated in loamy soil."I'll lead with hands. Together, we'll rebuild paradise one row at a time."
Their relationship had grown quietly, away from Iden's gaze—not out of shame, but because Rael wanted it to breathe. To settle. To become real.
She hadn't told her brother yet.
Not because she was afraid—but because it still felt like theirs, a secret bloom in a world just beginning to heal.
"I will walk beside you," Kael had promised under the boughs of a starlit grove."Whether you marry me today, or a hundred seasons from now."
Rael smiled at that memory as her fingers touched a newly risen sprout from the soil—its leaves silver-tipped with mana. A rare species—one of her own making.
"We're not just feeding the world," she murmured. "We're teaching it to live again."
By midyear, every major region had received one of Rael's Seed Arks—immense mobile greenhouses that traveled by rail or airship, carrying thousands of carefully cultivated flora engineered to survive in harsh climates, irradiated zones, and low-mana regions.
The Ashlands now grew crimson rice under mana-tinted fog.
The Northern Barrens held frost-fruit orchards harvested in moonlight.
Even the sea-faring factions developed algae farms powered by solar towers, inspired by Rael's diagrams and Kael's propulsion rotors.
Every faction—once obsessed with weapons, borders, and dominance—now fought over soil rights, over irrigation algorithms, and drought-tolerant seed variants.
Not to conquer, but to feed more people faster.
A better fight.
The right one.
Rael smiled as she stood over a restored basin once soaked in blood—now a lush wheat valley golden under the sun.
Her voice, carried through mana-channels, addressed all:
"Let this be the era where the soil heals faster than the wounds.Let this be the age where harvests replace wars.Let this be the Eden that our children inherit."
And they listened.
Because Rael wasn't a politician.
She was a cultivator of futures.
Four months after Iden and Nyra's wedding, as another successful harvest was celebrated across Eden's continents, a new airship arrived on the edge of Sanctum's central gardens.
From it descended the Guardian of Eden—once the Architect, now reborn, now loyal.
Beside him stood the First Warlord of Unity, a colossal, armored sentinel gifted by Iden himself—part titan, part diplomat, designed to move between nations as enforcer and messenger.
They bowed before Rael.
And the Warlord extended a glowing tablet.
[SYSTEM TRANSMISSION – PRIORITY: BLOODLINE]
FROM: Sanctum High CommandTO: Minister Rael Velarion
MESSAGE: You're going to be an aunt.
– Nyra Velarion
Rael froze.
The tablet trembled slightly in her grip.
Kael stepped beside her, gently wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
And for the first time in a long, long time… Rael Velarion wept—not in sorrow or exhaustion.
But in quiet, overflowing joy.
[SYSTEM UPDATE – BLOODLINE STATUS: NEXT HEIR DETECTED]
Current Lineage Anchor: Iden VelarionNext Evaluation: Upon Birth
Emotional Stability: 99.998%Cultural Synthesis Level: COMPLETEEden's Core Pulse: RENEWED