The First Move of the New Kingdom
His words echoed through the quiet room.
"The moment you stand before the people..."
"...you will become their symbol."
"They will place their hopes upon your shoulders."
"They will believe that the royal bloodline survived."
"They will believe that Skyfall still has a future."
Victor's eyes narrowed slightly.
"And belief..."
He let the silence linger for a heartbeat.
"...is often stronger than any army."
"No fortress can withstand a people who have regained hope."
"No kingdom can truly die while its people still believe tomorrow can be different."
Eon slowly lowered his head.
The weight of those words settled heavily on his shoulders.
He had never wanted to become a hero.
He had never dreamed of wearing a crown.
But fate had placed him here.
When he finally raised his head again, the uncertainty in his eyes had faded, replaced by quiet resolve.
"I understand."
Victor studied him for several seconds.
