The Realm’s Restoration

The return to the Divine Realm marked the end of the chaos in Ilya, but it was only the beginning of their work. The shadow of Jörmungandr's fragment had dissipated, and the immediate crisis was averted, but the scars left behind were deep. The very fabric of their realm felt off-balance, resonating with the lingering echoes of devil energy.

The Eternal Voyager hovered in the sky above the capital planet of divine realm. Below, the vast expanse of crystal-clear oceans reflected the shimmering light of the planet's twin moons. The group stood on the deck of the ship, looking down at their homeland. It was serene on the surface, yet all of them could feel the dissonance brewing within.

The Realm Lord took a deep breath, his hands gripping the railing. "This isn't just a wound we can patch up and leave. The devil count's energy is like poison—it seeps into every corner, corrupting and twisting. We must act quickly to cleanse it."