For several days, the dragons had begun exploring Verdalis, hesitant but fascinated. Each one stepped cautiously on the still-soft grass, breathing the pure air that seemed to vibrate with a newfound energy.
The first houses were built, simple and sturdy, following the guidance of the Elders. The clear rivers were inspected, and some young dragons played by dipping their hands into the water, amazed by the life emerging from the soil.
Despite their astonishment, doubt lingered. Many murmured among themselves:
> "This… this cannot be real. Even the gods failed here… and yet, everything seems perfect."
"If this is true, then our Lord is beyond anything we have ever known…"
Ryo observed from the palace summit, impassive, a faint smile betraying his satisfaction. Kaelen hovered above, silent, his wings glinting under the sun. No words were needed: vigilance and protection continued, even in this moment of apparent peace.
The Guardians exchanged discreet glances. Each knew that the true challenge did not come only from the land itself, but from the ability of Ashen's inhabitants to respect and protect this fragile legacy.
> "My Lord…" Kaelen murmured, almost to himself, "as long as I watch, Verdalis will remain safe."
And as the green plains stretched as far as the eye could see, bathed in light and promises, the people of Ashen began to believe in what had always seemed impossible. Kaelen's silent conquest had opened a new era: the era of Verdalis, the Lord's legacy, and the beginning of a future where even ancient evil could not regain a foothold.