Maharlica won the war. 97 million people were killed in the onslaught and 35 million were injured but survived. Maharlica had successfully conquered the United States of America.
"Federalism? You want each world to be an Ultra State and each former nation within it-...?"
"And any regional nationalist within..." smiled Miguel.
"...to be a Super State... and each of those will have States themselves?" asked President BMO.
"I think..." said Dark. "I think that the world isn't exactly ready to unite just yet..."
"So... that way... the world can take care of itself..." said Miguel. "Whatever happens... happens. The eight worlds should stay as is..."
"And that way..." smiled Hercules. "The world could figure out its own fate."
"And that way..." smiled Yuki. "The world determines its own future... Without its old ruler..."
"Doughnut... in the end... he was right... The world... It doesn't need me anymore..." said Miguel. "I already did what I could... I could no longer do more... Enough..."
"Okie Dokie! I'll gather the senators!" smiled BMO.
And for five months... the world rested... trying to figure itself out...
Least until the next book...