Aiden stood at the edge of the shattered nexus spire, boots planted on cracked stone that still hummed with leftover power. The fracture storm above had finally started to die down.
Those massive golden cracks across the sky, which had torn the continent apart for decades, were sealing shut one by one. Not by chance. By his order.
Below, the battlefield stretched out in every direction. Imperial troops in dark armor mixed with clan warriors and southern vassals. The Church's remaining forces had thrown down their weapons.
Some knelt in long lines. Others lay dead where they fell. The anti-Pope's broken staff rested at Aiden's feet, its crystal head smashed to pieces.
He raised his hand. The entire army went quiet.
"Today ends one rule," Aiden said, voice carrying across the floating platform thanks to the amplification runes.
