You stood in the central square as the morning bustle continued around the growing city. Shops were opening, new guards were patrolling, and the first students were already gathering excitedly outside the School of Sword and Magic.
The old village chief — the same elder who had once sworn the oath of secrecy to you a year ago — stepped forward from the crowd. He bowed deeply, his voice carrying clearly across the square.
"Lord Grim… since this village has transformed into a true city under your protection and King Lukas's rule, we humbly ask you to give us a new name. A name that will represent what we have become."
The entire crowd fell silent, eyes turning to you with hope and respect.
You smiled calmly and spoke so every soul could hear:
"From this day forward, this city shall be known as the City of Rainbow Guardian."
You continued, voice warm but powerful:
"The name means this city will shine brightly like a rainbow — full of color, life, and hope for all who live here. And just like a guardian, it will protect anyone who needs help. No one who seeks safety will be turned away. This is our promise."
A wave of awe and joy swept through the crowd. Cheers erupted instantly.
"City of Rainbow Guardian!"
"Rainbow Guardian City!"
"It's perfect!"
The old chief's eyes filled with tears of pride as he bowed even lower. "A beautiful name, Lord Grim. We will carry it with honor."
Miya's tail swished happily beside you, her emerald eyes sparkling. "It suits us perfectly, my lord. Bright and protective — just like you."
Lukas grinned, placing a hand on Liora's shoulder. "Rainbow Guardian City… I like it, big brother. Our home now has a name worthy of what we've built."
Liora smiled softly, bowing her head in agreement. The four heroes and the new citizens all repeated the name with growing excitement, already imagining flags and banners bearing the rainbow-and-shield symbol.
The name spread through the city like sunlight. From that moment on, Eldenwood was officially reborn as Rainbow Guardian City.
The people returned to their tasks with renewed energy — farmers planting, guards training, students heading to Miya's school, and merchants setting up stalls. The city felt even more alive.
Miya leaned close to you, whispering with quiet pride:
"A wonderful name, my lord. What do we do now that our city has its true identity?"