Released from his cuffs, Dravon stood taller, the weight of chains and darkness lifted from his shoulders. Rain still clung to his black cloak, but his eyes burned with renewed resolve. At his side, Saint Axiom Valenor guided him through the abyss, a father reclaiming his son from the shadows of the seas.
Above, the sun broke faintly through the clouds, illuminating the structure of the Holy Enforcers of Will—the ultimate authority under the World Ruling Dominion. Their hierarchy was strict and absolute:
At the top sat The Saint, Axiom Valenor himself, radiating divine command.
Beneath him, four Heavenly Pillars, second-in-command, unwavering and formidable. Four Devoted Blades of God, loyal beyond measure.
Next came the Holy Captains, guardians of sacred sites, protectors of royalty, and purgers of corrupt kingdoms.
Holy Knights served under the Captains, each mastering a "Sacred Scripture Style" technique—lethal, disciplined, precise.
Below them, the Choir Legion, the backbone of the Dominion's power, and finally, the Initiates of the Will, the raw recruits destined to learn and serve.
This was the new order of power. A machine of absolute control and divine authority.
{Scene shifts to the Royal Palace}
The royal family gathered around an ornate table, polished wood gleaming under the light of hanging crystal chandeliers. King Varian De Rosavante's voice cut through the tense silence.
"I think Sora Nithel will make a good Supreme Admiral. What do you think, Sora?"
Sora stepped forward, his boots creaking softly against the marble floor, posture straight, eyes steady. "I would agree with your decision, Your Highness," he said, voice calm, measured.
The royal family slammed their palms on the table in unison, a unanimous gesture of approval.
King Varian nodded solemnly, his gaze sweeping across the room. "It is decided, then. Sora Nithel shall be the new Supreme Admiral of the Navy."
The chamber fell silent for a heartbeat, then a ripple of whispers spread among the attendants—respect, awe, and fear all mingled in the air.
Outside, the horizon stretched wide, the seas calm for now, but the world had changed. The Devil War was over, but the tides of power were only beginning to shift.