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.
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.