Chapter 192 Goodbyes

• Callon inclined his head with a gentler poise. “Prosperity is born not only of gold but of goodwill,” he continued. “Carry both home with you, Your highnesses, and the roots of what was planted here will flourish.”
• Fenza stepped forward next, the mountain-born elder moving with surprising grace despite her age. She raised a gnarled hand, and in a voice as rough and low as stone carried on wind, she whispered a blessing in the tongue of the high peaks. Though few understood the words, the cadence itself carried weight.
• Kaien lifted his staff slightly. “History will remember this day,” he declared. “Not for crowns worn, but for hands extended. Let what has begun here be preserved, not as legend but as living truth.”