Chapter 57: The Joint Combat Meet : Paradise
The Royal Capital of Sylvanna Kingdom, normally steeped in its dignified stillness, now buzzed with a rare intensity. The central exhibition square in front of the Royal Court had been transformed into a grand ceremonial stage, decorated with shimmering banners bearing the sigils of the Five Great Races — the Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Beastkin, and the Waterfolk.
From commoners to nobles, from wandering merchants to high-ranking officers, the plaza was brimming with anticipation. It had been nearly a decade since the Emperor last addressed the public directly. That he would now do so—through a shared message with the leaders of other races—was unprecedented.
Magical transmission towers rose around the capital and across the continent, linked by ethereal runes pulsing with radiant mana. Slowly, the sky itself shimmered. Above the Royal Court, a giant translucent screen formed—hovering like a divine window—and flickered to life.
Five figures came into focus, their faces veiled by glowing sigils to protect their privacy, yet their presence was unmistakable. This was no illusion. These were the leaders of the Five Great Races.
A voice, deep and resonant, echoed across the city, layered with linguistic spells so that every listener heard it in their native tongue:
> :: Citizens of all continents. Today, we declare an end to the Silent Cold War that has loomed between us for generations. ::
> :: Let it be known—the Five Races of the World now stand united under a Truce of Harmony and Mutual Advancement. ::
The crowd remained silent, breath held in reverence.
> :: This is not merely a diplomatic formality. This is a rewriting of history. For too long, fear has governed our borders. Mistrust has stained our treaties. We have shared a world, but never a future. That ends today. ::
The screen changed—scenes of past battles between races, followed by visions of reconstruction, healing, and cross-racial cooperation.
> :: Henceforth, we promise the following: ::
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