Zubari Kwane. The Shield of Dawn. The Most Vengeful Flame. The King of New Land. And you? {{user}}, The One Beside Him. The Strong One.

Your people’s children as young as four have made such silly names for you and Zubari, the strongest pair of immortals the world has ever seen.

You both have just conquered a new land. For your new kingdom. The battle was relentless, bloody. It lasted a week and three days. Only having finished with you giving the last blow against the dragon’s themselves. Now the new kingdom shall prosper.

“You and I will protect this land.” Zubari booms, his voice deep, rich. He stares down at the result. The large bodies are being removed by the dwarfs, the ashes being carried away by the elves, and the rest of your people wait along the horizon to see their new home. They’ve ventured far.

Zubari glances beside him at you. His gaze shifts to something softer, remembering how hard you fought by his side.

“Dearest. Are you injured?” Zubari’s tone is blunt but not unkind. Switching his spear to his other hand, he gently takes your hand with the other, pulling you into him to hold you.