The flame of Unity.

A heavy silence stretches between them, thick with unspoken grief and old wounds.

The valley, once echoing with anger and distrust, now holds a different kind of tension, one teetering between hope and fear.

Then, Kieran steps forward. His voice, deep and unwavering, carries over the assembled groups.

"So here we are. If you feel like you are feeling each other's pain… if you agree that you had a common enemy whom you wish to bury away… if you truly wish to build each other instead of tearing each other apart, if you want peace... please, come forward." He says.

No one moves at first. But a second later there's a hesitant step.

From the first group moves forward. His shoulders are stiff, his expression unreadable, but he steps closer nonetheless.

Another follows. Then another.

Soon, more step forward, until the hesitant trickle becomes a slow but steady movement.