The rain had stopped, but the land still wept. From the disastrous battle that had taken place a couple of hours ago, leaving thousands of corpses across the plains.Where once stood the towers of domination, now only ruins whispered in the wind. The Archival Citadel was no more, and with its fall came the collapse of the hierarchy that had enslaved the world for centuries.But from the ashes of one tyranny, a new order had to rise.Ezra Echelon stood upon the plateau where the last of the clouds were dissolving, his cloak rippling like shadow fire in the dawn. Around him, the remnants of armies gathered—disciples, cultivators, and wanderers from every corner of the broken lands. They bowed, not to a ruler, but to the man who had shattered fate itself.Mira Azazel approached him, her steps soft against the scorched earth. Her hair wallowed to the wind, her eyes filled with emotions."It's strange," she said quietly. "The silence after war feels heavier than the battle itself."Ezra's

The years that followed were gentler. The fires of war had dimmed, leaving behind embers that glowed with promise rather than destruction. The world was quieter now—healed in places where once it bled.There were still crimes still perpetrated but then they weren't as wide scale as before. And the criminals were always brought to justice. Hence the rate of crime reduced by a very big margin.At the heart of it all stood Ezra Echelon, the man who had once defied gods, fate, and erasure itself. The one who had brought order to the chaotic world ruled by tyrants.And today Ezra Echelon and Mira Azazel were finally getting married. After years of fighting side by side Ezra dimmed it fit to ask Mira's hand in marriage. The both of them had decided to spend the rest of their lives together.The wedding between Ezra and Mira was not very grand, yet it carried a weight far greater than gold and splendor. Beneath the newly rebuilt Echelon sanctuary, where the first sect elders were buried, the