They did not seek power.

  But now - every step they take reshapes the order.

  And every word may become law. Or the beginning of war.

  Alexander is building a system. And for the first time - he is not sure it can hold what lives.

  Guillaume called to the light. But the light blinded those who sought not truth - but blood.

  Faris renounced the throne. But now they no longer ask it of him. They demand it.

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  Tukal is silent - and the silence thunders louder than victories.

  Shankaraja walks where even a name is not considered a word.

  The world of 1054 did not yet know it could be rewritten - but the words were already seeking the pen.

  While some call to light - others call to order.

  While some long to build - others remember how it all collapsed.

  And all that once was faith - will become a trial.

  All that seemed unshakable - will begin to crack.

  This is not the end of an era.

  This is - a vein of time, opened.

  Now, in this moment, one of them chooses silence - and with it, reshapes a city.

  Somewhere, a boy hears a name - and for the first time, is not afraid of the dark.

  Those who walked without power - became power. Even if they never wanted it.

  Those who walked as men - now walk as a sentence.

  But the light always has a price.

  And this time, the price will not be blood alone.

  The price will be a choice - that cannot be taken back.