"For the Stoneheart Horde, this isn't the end. This is our opportunity. This is our ascension."
Orion's voice thundered across every city in his domain. He wasn't some low-level mob boss anymore; after the events in the Emerald Dream Realm and forging his own creation myth, he understood the stakes. The collision of worlds wasn't a disaster—it was a server merge, and he intended to be the admin.
As his final words echoed into silence, the golden projections of the Titan vanished from the skies above the Horde's settlements.
The miracle was over, but the aftershocks remained. In the streets, the citizens of the Stoneheart Horde remained on their knees, prayer and adrenaline mixing in their veins.
