Humanity forgot slowly, then all at once.
The dead no longer rose. The skies no longer screamed. The fear that had once shaped every decision softened into myth, then into metaphor. Scholars argued whether the age of conquest had ever truly happened.
Kael watched it all from the threshold.
He felt the shift not in politics or borders, but in belief. Humanity began to look upward again not for protection, but for authority. New temples rose. New doctrines formed. They spoke of restoring what was lost.
Gods.
Kael's chest tightened.
The seal trembled faintly not from pressure, but from resonance. Faith had power. Always had.
And humanity was reaching for it again.