Phill
Kent and Ragnar spent the night hours reviewing the city's structure and planning its future prospects.
Kent stood at the edge of the sea, the distant ocean waves crashing against the shore.
"It's time to leave. We've done what we needed to here. The foundation is set." Kent said while staring at the sea.
"You handled the situation well. The city will rise again—under your leadership." Ragnar said with a deep look.
Kent gave a brief smile, his face hardening with resolve. "The city has a natural liveliness to it. It was suffocating under greed and chaos, but now, it has a future. I just need to ensure it gets the attention it deserves."
Ragnar grunted in agreement. "You've breathed life into this place. Now, it will stand as a fortress—something more valuable than anyone realizes."
They both exchanged a glance before setting off. The golden throne hovered mid-air, smoothly ascending into the sky as they left the city behind.