END OF ACT 3

—"God... so much blood for this!" —his voice trembled with metallic echoes. His face, hardened by scars, was barely visible under the shattered helmet. A green aura surrounded him, as if his very soul had been infected by the past.

—"I understand. But it was the anomalies that gave us the upper hand," —replied another, standing among the rubble. His armor was destroyed, stained by a red aura that seemed to burn what remained of his body. It wasn't life: it was death barely contained.

Before them, nineteen wounded figures still stood. One of them held a glowing orb to their chest, pulsing with pure energy.

—"HAHAHA! Who would've thought… defeated by the same trash I once despised," —spat a man kneeling, pierced by arrows. His voice was a thread of shadow.

—"It's the cycle. You dethroned the last king. Today, it's our turn to take your kingdom," —said the man in red armor. He stepped forward, picked up the bloodied crown, and placed it on his head solemnly. The fallen king did not resist. As his body gave in, he released one final spark: rays of energy that vanished with a sigh.

—"Now I am the king," —he whispered. Tears ran down his face. Not from sadness. From liberation.

—"This is for those who trusted us, for the dead, for the living! We fought for you! Now I will rule with justice!" —he shouted. The crown reacted: a ring of blue stones emerged above his head, slowly rotating.

The survivors applauded.

—"Then, Traiert… what will we be now?" —asked one, caught between awe and fear.

—"You will be my eighteen commanders," —he said firmly.

From his arm, a beam of energy surged —an extension of the crown. The orbs embedded in their armor lit up upon contact. A blast of light engulfed them, transforming them into new entities: soldiers forged from pure power.

At the top of the temple, Traiert watched. He was not alone. Beside him, three figures observed in silence… but a fourth, darker one stared at him with contained rage. Ten soldiers stood as his guard. In the distance, tall silhouettes loomed... and one distinct presence, a being like him, with golden eyes and black liquid flowing from its body.

—"Are you ready for your true freedom this time?"

—"Yes. After all… you were the one who always believed in me," —Traiert, the new king, replied.