"Peace is a luxury one must fight for, Sovereign," the First Ancestor smiled faintly. "But now, you have earned your right to it."
The First Ancestor's screen vanished. The hall fell silent again. The Elders began to whisper, but this time with a different tone. There was no more suspicion or doubt. Only acceptance.
"We're going home," Ethan whispered to Clara.
"Yes," Clara replied.
They walked out of the hall, leaving behind the Summit, still filled with political intrigue, but now firmly under Ethan's control. Outside, dawn was breaking, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple.
They boarded the new helicopter Xander had prepared. The ride home was quiet. Ethan sat beside Clara, gripping her hand.
"Everything will be okay now, right?" Clara asked softly.
Ethan looked at Cla
