The oppressive, suffocating stench of the Amber Palace was finally beginning to fade. The crisp, entirely dry winds of the deep western desert swept freely through the completely shattered stained glass windows of the grand throne room, actively carrying away the last lingering traces of corrupted magic and blowing ash. The fifty thousand soldiers of the united allied army had flawlessly secured the sprawling capital city, establishing completely orderly patrols and ensuring the absolute safety of the terrified civilian populace who had survived the Usurper's dark reign.
The physical, violent war was officially over, but the brilliant young monarchs completely understood that true, lasting victory required an absolutely flawless political foundation.
