Three weeks had passed since Lilith's coronation.
The excitement that had once filled the capital had gradually faded, replaced by something far less glorious but far more important—the slow, exhausting process of rebuilding an entire kingdom.
War had ended, but life had not.
Every morning, before the sun rose above the black mountains surrounding the Devil Kingdom, the sound of hammers striking stone echoed through the capital.
The kingdom that had spent years preparing for war was now learning how to live in peace.
Or at least, trying to.
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The eastern district, once reduced to rubble during the fighting between Aamon's loyalists and the royal supporters, had become a giant construction site.
Dozens of laborers worked tirelessly under the dim morning sky.
