Dannish blinked his eyes. The people gathered from the Cremation were still there, making him aware that he had returned to reality. Dannish had just come out of the fire. Correct! He had just come out of that burning fire. Dannish looked at himself. That's shining armour. The King's Golden Armour! Is that so? Dannish reached over his head. He suddenly got excited. That's the Crown! So everything he has been through so far is real! He was indeed ordained as the New Emperor of Arglohandre. Although he still doesn't know why he woke up here from that dark cellar, but that doesn't matter anymore, does it?

Reind Domingo and other lords rushed out from the cellar after Dannish suddenly disappeared right before their eyes. Seeing Dannish in his Royal Armour, and his head wearing the Crown, agree or not, it must be accepted that Dannish has proven himself worthy. Reind laughed in satisfaction. He walked over to Dannish, then looked down at the people below who still didn't quite understand the situation, chanting:

“Dannish Howmen has proven himself worthy of the throne of Arglohandre. The Dragon Lineage has been restored!”

Saying that, Reind drew his sword, then stuck it into the ground like a general. He knelt down on one knee and reverently said:

“Long live the new Emperor!"

The remaining lords looked at each other for a moment, then let out a sigh and then drew his sword and plunged it into the ground. The six of them knelt down on one knee and bowed.

“Long live the new Emperor!"

The people below saw this and immediately knelt down in unison. They have a new Emperor! Arglohandre has a new leader! And a new dawn has come to them!

The old king died. A new king is born. That's the rule.

Dannish took a deep breath, then, in his loudest, strongest, most authoritative voice, eloquently declared:

“I am Darren… The Great! This is my Kingdom! This is... the Howmen Dynasty!"

The bright, warm sunlight illuminates every path.

And History is recorded. The Howmen dynasty began that day.

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On August 23, 1258, Dannish Howmen was nominally crowned New Emperor, establishing the Howmen Dynasty.

Dannish Howmen took the title Darren The Great. In Aphorell, Darren is an extract of Daquodise, meaning the Great.

He waited until the end of 1258, which adds 131 days to the beginning of year 1 as well as the Howmen year. In the meantime, the palace of Glamgmar is being rebuilt, trying to be completed by August 23, 1. On this day, Darren the Great will officially be crowned the New Emperor, establishing the Howmen Dynasty.

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Darren The Great stood on the hill with Queen Freya Berengiere looking towards the reconstructed Palace of Glamgmar. It was unknown how many years it would take to complete the work this time, but Darren knew he wouldn't make Sandler's mistake again. He had nothing to rush, because he seemed to have it all.

Darren stroked his son Henry's head. The boy is only two years old. Henry is the crystallisation of him and Freya when they were on the island. Because of the child, Freya was then allowed to stay on the island and not have to go to war with some of the others. On the day of seeing her husband off, Freya also automatically assigned the title of widow to herself. But now, the widow waiting for her husband day and night has become the Queen. Freya is also pregnant with her second child. For a man, and an Emperor, Darren has already been getting fulfilled!

The Queen leaned on his chest and said softly:

“I never thought an afternoon in Arglohandre would be so beautiful!”

“You will slowly feel it all”, Darren extremely comfortable with his wife.

“Is everything okay, Darren?” Freya asked worriedly.

“Call me Dan,” Darren peacefully replied. “The situation is not good, but it is still positive. Things are slowly getting back on track. The people of Sandringdom have made the McQuoid clan the new Lords. He will come to the court tomorrow.”

“No, Dan…”, Freya shook her head. "I didn't ask about that..."

"What do you mean?"

“Lapunta… You said he would come back,” Freya said nervously. Darren can easily feel her erratic heartbeat.

But Darren was not so scared like Freya, on the contrary was a bit calm. His gaze was fixed on the bricks that made up the Glamgmar Palace beyond. Darren let out a long breath, then said softly:

“He will certainly return, but it will take a long time. Don't worry, someone will stand up to destroy him again."

“Who are they?” Freya was surprised.

Darren's gaze fell into a faraway realm. He replied softly:

“Someone… Another group of Thirteen Warriors!”

The sunset is tilted. Wind blowing. The sound of running water. The whisper of plants and flowers. Each brick is placed on top of each other. Glamgmar Palace appeared in the pink sunlight of the afternoon.

So gorgeous it is!