Jax walked out of the castle, crossing the golden corridors that still echoed with chants of devotion. As he opened the main doors, a warm breeze greeted him. From the top of the steps, he looked out at the city sprawling like an ocean of life and light.
Laughter resonated in every corner, children ran, merchants chuckled, musicians played in the squares. No trace of fear remained. The entire continent breathed peace, the peace imposed by the God of Dreams.
Jax walked slowly through the streets with a serene stride. Every gaze bowed before him. Every heart trembled, not with fear, but with veneration. He felt complete, absolute master of the world he had shaped with blood, will, and mana.
Upon reaching the main wall, he surveyed the scene outside: a field covered with kneeling figures. The Emperors. The former kings of the subjugated continents. None had dared to retreat; they all remained there, prostrated, awaiting the victor's word.
