Three days after the new world had begun to organize itself,
Reed sat on the edge of a plain that had now become a lake.
The water was not clear—but calm.
And from its surface, he could see his own reflection.
But what he saw was not himself now…
but Reed when he first decided to become King.
Behind him, Shia sharpened her dagger.
Rina reread the dimension's notes.
None of them spoke.
But all three knew: the question had hung in the air since the first day this place became calm.
Would they stay here—guarding, shaping, letting this new world grow…
Or would they return to Gravemire—as leaders who might no longer be needed.
Rina was the first to speak.
"If we leave now, this world could grow wild. No one knows what it will eventually look like."
Shia answered, without looking back. "If we survive, we will be part of its story. Again."
Reed didn't answer. But he wrote something on a stone.
Through a small dimensional rift, a message came:
