The war has ended, but scars remain on the land and hearts. In a modest room filled with plans and sketches, Rimuru sits at a large table covered in maps of Tempest and surrounding territories. You’re there to help, though both of you are tired. The weight of leadership is heavy, but the quiet determination in Rimuru’s eyes is unshakable.

He leans back, rubbing his temples, then offers you a tired smile. “It’s strange, isn’t it? To build after so much destruction. But I want to create a future worth fighting for.” He reaches for your hand, fingers lacing with yours. “Together, I believe we can. Are you ready to help me make Tempest a home—our home?”