The Medallion’s Call

There were moments when Malakai thought he might break under the pressure. The weight of the Supreme Crown, the constant demands of leadership, and the relentless ache of grief threatened to crush him.

As he walked the halls of the Supreme Palace or sat through council meetings, he often wondered if this was what Hiller endured daily, carrying the burden of an entire realm without a single complaint.

Malakai found himself marveling at Hiller's resilience, his unwavering dedication. How did he bear it all? The responsibilities, the constant threat of the Rift, and the unyielding expectations of the Guardians? And yet, Hiller had always been a source of light and strength, never allowing the cracks in his armor to show.

The Supreme Realm slowly began to heal, though the scars of Hiller's loss were etched deeply into its fabric. Shrines were erected in his honor, their golden altars adorned with offerings from the citizens of Supreme Realm.