The Kingdom of Alexandria stood battered but unbeaten.
Ashura's body had not yet cooled, and already the Parliament convened in emergency session. Flags hung at half-mast while the city streets buzzed with a heavy stillness. The war was over—but no one knew what peace meant anymore.
Herzl returned to a hero's welcome, yet there was no celebration in his stride.
"We won… but what exactly did we save?" Herzl whispered, staring at a child's drawing on a crumbled wall—himself, painted in blood.
The rebuilding effort began immediately. Engineers and Inn-users with reconstruction ability were dispatched. New alliances were proposed, old ones dissolved. Refugees flooded in, while outer provinces questioned the central authority.
In a touching moment, Herzl meets the parents of a soldier who died under his command.
"He followed you like a brother."
Herzl, voice raw: "He was braver than I ever was."
In the shadows, Grim, presumed dead, watched from afar—smiling faintly.