Alliance Headquarters
The Alliance Headquarters was alive with celebration.
The air shimmered with divine light, laughter, and the sound of clinking goblets.
Victory had been claimed at last.
The Forgotten Suns—the thorn at their sides—had fallen.
Their generals were slain, and even their Supreme Leader had been erased from existence.
All across the great marble hall, Gods and Ancient Dragons toasted to the end of the war.
Their armor shone with gold and blood.
Their divine forms dimmed only slightly from battle fatigue.
Banners representing hundreds of kingdoms hung from the ceiling, swaying as if the air itself joined their triumph.
At the heart of the celebration, long tables overflowed with nectar and ambrosia.
Yet, behind the joyous noise, a cold, quiet mutual understanding lingered.
The victory feast wasn't a gathering of friends.
It was a gathering of rulers, each calculating their next move.
Quite a few Gods had fallen when the Shadow Supreme descended.
