You chose to handle things calmly and methodically.
"First, we return to the house," you said quietly to your group. "The survivors need to feel safe and settled before anything else. The Goddess and her plans can wait a little longer."
With a single snap of your fingers, you, Miya, Lukas, and Liora reappeared inside the large, comfortable house in the quiet eastern district. The survivors (both the original group and the five you had just rescued) were already there, looking around in quiet awe at the clean rooms, warm beds, and stocked kitchen.
You moved among them personally, making sure everything was perfect. With another subtle wave of power, you strengthened the house's wards until they were impenetrable even to divine or demonic forces. You also granted each survivor a small personal blessing — permanent good health, gentle courage, and the quiet knowledge that they would never be alone again.
The children smiled for the first time in days. The elders wept with gratitude and bowed their heads (though you gently reminded them there was no need).
Miya stayed at your side the entire time, tail curled proudly around your wrist whenever no one was looking too closely. Lukas helped carry supplies with his shadows, while Liora comforted the younger ones with her gentle presence.
Once everyone was settled and resting peacefully, you stepped out into the private garden behind the house with your core group. The capital hummed far below, still buzzing with the revelation of the Goddess's betrayal.
You stood there calmly, the full memory of the First God's words now burning clearly in your mind. You knew exactly what you were — the most powerful being in the entire multiverse. The Goddess's desperate attempt to unseal the First Djinn felt almost… insignificant.
You spoke softly to the three of them:
"I know what the Goddess is trying to do. She's searching for something ancient and dangerous. But it won't matter. We will deal with her — and whatever she awakens — when the time comes. For now, we make sure our people are safe."
Miya nodded fiercely. "I trust you completely, my lord."
Lukas's eyes glowed with quiet confidence. "Whatever you need, big brother."
At that exact moment, outside the capital gates:
The four otherworldly heroes (Kael and the others) gathered with a small detachment of loyal royal soldiers — about thirty elite guards who had volunteered after hearing the truth in the throne room.
They mounted their horses and began the journey south toward the ruins of Eldenwood, exactly as you had commanded.
Kael looked back at the capital once, face set with determination.
"We will rebuild it. We will protect the survivors. And we will prove ourselves to Lord Grim and Cosmic Lord Lukas… or die trying."
The small procession rode out under the two suns, heading toward the Whispering Woods to begin their long task of redemption.
Back in the garden, Miya looked at you with those devoted emerald eyes.
"The heroes have left as you ordered, my lord. The survivors are safe and resting. What would you have us do now?"
Lukas and Liora waited silently beside her, ready for anything.
The capital continued its uneasy murmur below, but your house stood as an island of peace and protection.