One year had passed since the fall of the old Council. Three hundred and sixty-five days of rebuilding, of healing, of growing. Three hundred and sixty-five days of watching their dream become reality.
Kael stood on the balcony of the Council building, looking out at the city he had helped rebuild. Verathis was transformed beyond recognition. The streets that had once been filled with fear and despair were now alive with laughter and hope. The markets were bustling with merchants and customers. The squares were filled with children playing games. The people walked with their heads held high, their shoulders straight, their eyes bright with possibility. They were no longer cowering under the weight of a corrupt system. They were free. Truly free.
He took a deep breath. The air was fresh a
