Chapter 381. Its Never Too Late for Revenge, Even If It Takes Fifty Years (3)
The sky was dazzlingly clear—an impeccable day for heroes to return to the heavens. Perhaps it was thanks to the World Tree's power.
"The darkness that once engulfed the continent has now vanished," Revelio said, his voice echoing across the plaza as he continued his speech from the grand podium.
There was an unmistakable air of majesty around him. The forsaken prince who had once despised the imperial bloodline now stood proudly as its emperor.
"Countless lives were lost," Revelio declared, his golden eyes sweeping over the silent crowd. "But at last, the continent has been freed from the Demon Kings. There are no more threats from beyond our lands."
Before him, figures dressed in dark ceremonial robes listened in reverent silence.
"Yet even if the external dangers have ended," Revelio went on, his tone sharpening, "many perils still linger across our continent."
Power surged in his voice as he declared, "The great heroes left us the legacy of peace. But new dangers are already rising—dangers that could shatter that legacy if we falter."
This was no simple memorial service. It was a council that would determine the shape of the world to come. Every word that fell from Revelio's lips could alter the fate of the continent itself.
He knew that well—and so, his eyes gleamed as he pressed on.
"Through this campaign, we have learned something precious," Revelio added. "That we can become one—beyond borders, beyond races. We have witnessed with our own eyes what unity can accomplish."
For a moment, his passion almost made him look like a naïve idealist. But his gaze was anything but soft—it was cold, precise, and calculating.
"We must never forget the lesson bought with so much blood. If anyone dares to threaten the heroes' legacy, I will be the first to rise and fight. There must be no more wars, no more suffering on this land," Revelio declared.