Kapitel 96: short peace.
In the weeks that followed, envoys traveled discreetly between Ember and Serpent lands, drafting terms. Neither side rushed. The process was akin to forging a delicate blade—too much pressure and it snapped, too little and it lacked edge. Both factions had invested too deeply in this balance to risk a hasty compromise.
The final accord, when penned, was modest but significant. It did not convert enemies into friends, nor did it eliminate tension. Instead, it established recognized borders and protocols for communication. Hostile infiltration would face agreed-upon consequences. Certain trade routes opened under neutral watch. Occasional talks would continue to refine arrangements. It was less a peace treaty than a framework to prevent needless provocation.
Among the Ember Circle, relief mingled with careful optimism. Lyrus knew he had not dismantled the Serpents' cunning, but he had ended the spiral of endless suspicion. With the system's subtle influence, he guided his captains and generals to approach this new era with guarded hope. The Circle could focus on growth, art, and refining their dignity-filled martial arts further rather than bracing for immediate sabotage.
Within the Silent Court, Kazreth accepted the outcome quietly. Malzaryn, Ivrineh, and Yashever understood that they preserved their core strengths and freedom of movement without triggering disastrous open war. Threnix remained vigilant, knowing a truce was not eternal safety, but it was respite.
Word spread slowly through the lands: the stalemate had softened. Some called it a truce, others a pause in conflict. Villagers in border zones breathed easier, rebuilding with fewer fears of sudden raids. Merchants tested the newly sanctioned routes, finding cautious but real opportunities.
Both sides knew this was not a clean ending. Old rivalries, mistrust, and ideological differences lingered. The Ember Circle would not abandon their moral principles; the Serpents would not abandon their veils of secrecy. Yet they found a way to coexist without constant brinkmanship. It was an ending of a stalemate—an evolution from paralyzing suspicion to a managed equilibrium.
As Lyrus stood again beneath old oaks, he reflected on how far they'd come. No bloodshed forced this shift. Instead, patience, cunning, and the silent influence of unity guided them to a fragile understanding. The stalemate ended not with triumph or defeat, but with mutual acknowledgement. In that subtle conclusion lay a quiet victory for reason, the first step toward a future not defined solely by conflict.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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