[: 3rd POV :]
The Human Continent had not known peace or celebration like this in years.
From the highest towers of Altherion to the farthest villages beyond the Silver Hills, bells tolled in harmony.
Every city and every land, and every border post flew banners of gold and white, the colors of the Empire of Humanity.
Streets were lined with petals, flags shimmered like rivers of sunlight, and songs praising the return of the lost prince echoed from dawn till dusk.
Rumors had spread faster than any courier or messenger could carry them.
The lost heir of Empress Melira, Daniel Valenhardf, the boy once whispered to be gone forever, had returned.
And not just returned.
He had saved hundreds of thousands of slaves, destroyed the Zero Organization in their very dens, and dismantled an evil that had terrorized the continents for decades.
The common folk called him 'The Prince of Saviour'.
Merchants sang his name.
Soldiers swore oaths upon it.
