Years passed since the sealing of the Shadow, and though Eldaris found peace, it was a fragile, uncertain peace.
King Leonhart ruled Solandria alone, burdened by memories of those lost. His hair turned silver too soon, his heart weighed by grief and duty. Yet in his children, Prince Alden and Princess Elira, he found hope. He taught them the unity that saved Eldaris, and the price of division.
Queen Selene rebuilt Sylvaran from its wounds, leading her people into an age where magic and nature flourished beyond isolation. She opened the borders, creating trade and peace treaties that her father never dared.
Queen Freya Stonefist became the Iron Matron of Thrumgard, stronger and wiser than any king before her. She balanced the hammer with compassion, forging alliances where once there were only grudges.
And in the shadowed lands of Netherhollow, the demons, now led by a ruling council of clans, struggled with their violent past. Some longed for war, but others followed Nyxara's memory, seeking purpose beyond conquest.
Though the four crowns had fallen, their legacies shaped the future.
The next generation rose.
Prince Alden Solvar, bold but wise, sought to unite the realms under diplomacy rather than war. He formed the first Council of Realms—an assembly where every race, even demons, held a voice.
Princess Elira, gifted in magic, studied alongside the elven sages and dwarven rune-smiths, bridging gaps that once seemed impossible.
In Sylvaran, Kaelen Starwind, now a mentor rather than a prince, trained a new order of guardians, warriors sworn not to a single kingdom, but to Eldaris itself.
Ironspine's engineers and Solandria's architects built skyships powered by runes and magic, connecting distant lands like never before.
Slowly, the world began to feel whole.
But peace would never be without challenge.
From the distant Void, remnants of the Shadow's essence stirred, seeking vessels in the hearts of the weak and the ambitious.
A rogue faction rose from Solandria's southern reaches, humans who believed the world should belong to them alone. Calling themselves the Ashen Covenant, they sought to reawaken the Titan and wield its power.
Unlike before, the realms did not wait for the darkness to grow unchecked. For the first time in history, elves, dwarves, demons, and humans marched together before war consumed them.
The final battle was not fought by kings, but by those who inherited their dreams.
The Ashen Covenant unleashed the remnants of the Abyssal Titan, tearing through the southern plains. But they faced a united Eldaris.
Skyships rained fire upon the Titan's form. Elven druids wove spells that calmed the earth. Dwarven artillery shattered its limbs. Demons, once feared for their cruelty, fought as equals beside their former foes.
At the battle's heart, Alden Solvar and Elira led the charge, bearing the combined weapons and magic of the Four Kings.
With the final strike, the Titan was banished beyond the veil, the Ashen Covenant scattered like dust.
With the last great enemy defeated, Eldaris entered its golden age.
Borders opened. Cultures mingled. Magic and technology merged in ways never before imagined.
The Creator's temples, once silent, became places of study and peace rather than fear and war. The prophecy that haunted generations faded into legend.
And though shadows would always exist, they no longer ruled Eldaris.
In Solandria's Royal Gardens, beneath a monument bearing the faces of the Four Kings, Alden stood beside his sister, gazing at the rising sun.
He spoke softly: "Do you think they can see us now, from wherever they rest?"
Elira smiled, brushing wind-tossed hair from her face. "I think they rest peacefully, knowing we finally found the peace they fought for."
And for the first time in centuries, Eldaris knew quiet.
Not the quiet of fear.
But the quiet of peace.