Chapter 626: It’s for the World

... Since I’m kind of an outsider, close, but not too close, you don’t have to worry about what I think. You can talk to me freely."

Her wheels came to a brief halt. "There’s nothing to talk about," she said flatly. "See you later."

She wheeled off again, this time determined. Darius stayed rooted where he was, but the words slipped out of him anyway, spontaneous and sharp with instinct.

"The funeral’s this evening," he called after her. "Up for it?"

Nnenna froze mid motion. "Does it matter?" she asked without turning.

"I guess not." His tone softened. "Look... you seem unable to move on. Something’s clearly holding you back. I won’t pretend to have all the answers to what’s going on in your head. But listen to me, go there. And don’t leave anything behind."

There was no lecture in his voice this time, just quiet sincerity.

Nnenna’s shoulders lowered, tension melting just slightly. She nodded once, gently. "Thank you," she whispered. Then she rolled away, leaving Darius watching her retreat into the silence of the halls.

A few hours later, breaking news exploded across the Lionaran network.

stretched out like rivers of black steel, all flowing toward one destination, and

Avengers level convergence. To make matters even stranger, most of the arrivals weren’t even from the continent. Foreign dignitaries, military leaders, and power

across the world in less

the castle

on him until he finally managed to speak. "Who... who are


creaked open.

inform you myself," he said, striding into the hall. "They are Somto’s circle, his friends, fellow generals, comrades. Dignitaries whose lives he touched. Many are from Prigrian and Riverum. The moment they heard of the funeral, they booked flights. Some traveled through the night just to get

through the room. Court officials exchanged stunned glances, jaws slack.

planned. But these people... they’re not just guests. They’re family to him. Friends whose lives he changed. If they came all this way, sending them back

but the weight of his words filled the hall like a storm cloud, leaving Obinna and the officials to wrestle with the scale of what Somto’s

Carl’s words that shook him, it was the staggering realization that his older

last, though hesitation clung to his tone. "It’s just... we don’t have enough rooms or resources prepared to host that many people, especially of such high rank. But if

is the

Somto spent much of his time with in Prigrian, the White royal family. They’re already on their way to the royal graveyard. I’ll

kind of you. Meeting those who cared for my brother, it’s important to me.

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