The war had been brutal, merciless.
From its very first day, the Empire had lost millions of lives ..
most of them to the Church, but the greatest pressure came from the Ultras,
whose relentless assaults decimated the Empire's finest soldiers.
Now, at last, the war's end was something to take pride in ..
a moment that marked the closure of centuries of suffering.
And so, they cheered.
They shouted.
They rejoiced.
All of it unfolded beneath the watchful gaze of Prince Aegon Valerion,
who stood on high ground, silently observing every detail of the battlefield.
Aegon seemed satisfied.
Everything had gone according to plan ..
every piece had fallen exactly where he wanted it.
As he watched from afar, two beams of light descended before him.
One revealed Sir Alon Valerion,
and the other, Maekar Valerion.
The grandfather, the father, and the son ..
all present, standing together under the banner of an empire that had just claimed one of its greatest victories.
