Chapter 10 - A New Horizon
Years passed, but the legends of that fateful night on Mount Vaelen never faded into myth.
The high priesthood was dissolved, its grand cathedral converted into a Hall of Records where the true history of the kingdom—unfiltered by lies or divine extortion—was etched into stone for all to read. The people of Aethelgard learned to govern themselves, no longer looking to the sky with fear or waiting for distant celestial masters to dictate their fate.
And Kellan?
He didn't rule as a king, nor did he hide away as a hermit. He grew up among the people he had saved, working the fields and walking the lower quarters of the city. But the city knew who he was. Whenever they looked up at Mount Vaelen standing tall and peaceful against the blue sky, they remembered the boy who had looked into the dark and refused to break.
On a quiet evening years later, Kellan stood at the edge of the stone terrace overlooking the capital, watching the sunset paint the rooftops in shades of amber and gold.
A gentle breeze rustled his hair, and for a split second, a faint, familiar warmth pulsed beneath his collarbones—a quiet reminder of the nine souls who had walked before him, and the sky they had conquered together.
Kellan smiled, resting his hands on the stone railing, and looked out toward the endless horizon.
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The kingdom was safe. The path ahead was their own to walk.
And for the first time in a thousand years, the world truly belonged to the living.
