Meanwhile, across the world, gods and leaders of every race felt the War God fall.
In the Dwarfs' capital, the craftsman god Ocain set down his tools and stared at the sky in shock. "Artosh… is dead? How is that possible!"
In the elves' forest, the forest god Kainath jolted from meditation. "That dragon—what is it, that it could kill Artosh!"
A chieftain gazed up at the red sky and murmured, "The prologue of a new era has begun…"
Inside the Ex-Machina's Collective Consciousness, torrents of data flashed by: "Entity detected surpassing the War God. Re-evaluating global strategy."
Demonkin, vampires, seafolk—every race plunged into chaos and fear. The War God's death meant the balance of power was shattered, and the great war had entered a new phase.
In a human village, Riku looked at the crimson sky with both hope and worry. He knew Rei Ao's arrival had changed everything—but whether for good or ill, he could not yet say. "Please bring true peace, Rei Ao-sama," he prayed softly.
Avant Heim, the Flügel's floating city. Every Flügel felt their creator's death. They gathered outside the palace, awaiting the return and orders of their acting leader, Azril.
When Rei Ao returned with the others, he found the Flügel ranked in neat formation. Their expressions were complicated: grief and anger for their creator's death, confusion about the future, and fear of Rei Ao, the god-slayer.
Azril stepped forward to face her kin. "Sisters of the Flügel, Artosh-sama has fallen—he fulfilled his wish!"
The Flügel could not refute it; everyone had heard Artosh's final proclamation.
"But the Flügel will not vanish. We will follow a new master—Rei Ao-sama."
They glanced at one another, but none voiced objection. They could feel the power on Rei Ao that surpassed the War God, and they could feel Azril's resolve.
Rei Ao stepped up to address them. "I won't force you to follow me. If you wish to stay, I will lead you toward a new future. If you wish to leave, I can grant you freedom."
After a brief silence, they answered as one: "We are willing to follow Rei Ao-sama!"
Their unified voices spoke to the Flügel's discipline and cohesion. This was the one whom Artosh-sama himself had acknowledged.
Rei Ao nodded, satisfied. "Good. From today, the Flügel are no longer tools of war, but a force that guards peace." He turned to Jibril and Azril. "You two will reorganize the Flügel and adapt to your new role and mission."
"As you command, Master," they replied in unison.
Rei Ao looked to Schwi. "Contact the Ex-Machina's Collective Consciousness and deliver my message: submit—or be destroyed."
Data flickered in Schwi's eyes. "Message delivered. The Collective requests time to consider."
"Give them time," Rei Ao said coolly. "I want an answer in three days."
Then he gazed toward the far horizon, as if he could see the gods of every race. "As for the others… they'll come on their own."
Michiru came to his side and asked softly, "Rei Ao—are you really going to rule this world?"
"Not rule," he smiled. "Remake it. The rules of this world are too cruel; they need to change. I don't want to have to come running every time something happens—better to fix it once and for all."
Couronne sounded worried. "Change always meets resistance—especially from those with vested interests."
"Then we crush them," Rei Ao said, calm but unmistakably authoritative. "Any existence that stands in the way of peace has no reason to continue existing."
Kanna tugged at his sleeve and looked up at him. "Kanna will help."
He patted her head. "Kanna's the best."
He swept his gaze over the group, and finally to the distant skyline. "Let's begin. Let's remake this world."
…
From that moment, the legend of the True Crimson Dragon God began to be written in this world—and Rei Ao's name would become a new legend. The War God is dead; the True Crimson stands. The wheel of the age began to turn in a new direction.
…
Sunlight spilled over white streets. The human city bustled with life and vigor. Shops lined both sides of the road; hawkers' cries, laughter, and children's play wove a symphony of everyday life. Magic lamp-posts glowed softly even in daylight, shining alongside the sun.
Couronne and Michiru strolled through the city amid the throngs. Robed human mages hurried past clutching thick grimoires. Dwarf artisans showed off newly forged magitech in shopfronts. Elves sipped tea at human-run teahouses—scenes unimaginable in the past.
"I never dreamed humanity could have a future like this…" Couronne said, eyes brimming. She remembered the days when humans struggled to survive in caves, years spent hiding underground from other races.
The world was no longer an age of sixteen races warring for the Suniaster. It was the new age after the War God's death.
After defeating the War God, Rei Ao, determined to change the lot of humans and the other races once and for all, smashed through the Elven Corridor and seized the Suniaster.
With it, he rewrote the world's rules. The sixteen races no longer needed to fight. Humans were no longer simply weak—they could learn magic and grow stronger. The entire world began to develop in a more balanced, harmonious way.
"All of this is thanks to Rei Ao-sama," Couronne said from the heart, tears of gratitude glimmering in her eyes.
Beside her, Azril's expression was complicated. Dressed in plain clothes, her wings and halo cleverly concealed, she looked like an ordinary human woman.
As the Flügel's former leader, she had never expected Rei Ao would truly win over the entire race—much less that the world would evolve like this.
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