Chapter 131 Chapter One Hundred And Thirty One

• The sun rose over the kingdom, bathing the once-dreaded palace in warm, golden light. The air, which for decades had carried the stench of fear, corruption, and blood, now felt alive, heavy with possibility. The streets were empty, but not silent. From the corners of the city, people peered cautiously from windows and alleyways, whispers passing between them like wildfire. He did it. Kael did it. The tyrant is gone.
• Kael walked through the palace gates—not as a soldier, not as a boy with vengeance in his eyes—but as a king. The black Hakana that had once been a storm of destruction now flowed around him like a cloak of authority, tempered, calm, yet undeniably powerful. His silver hair glimmered in the morning light, and his eyes, once alight with rage, now reflected clarity, resolve, and the weight of responsibility.
• Behind him, Nira followed, her expression one of cautious awe. She had seen Kael at his fiercest, when he could have shattered mountains and razed cities with a thought. Yet here he was, walking slowly through the halls that had once echoed with Almond’s tyrannical commands, and he carried himself with measured authority, not cruelty.