My Free Will System: Transmigrating Into My Favorite Immersion Game

A gentle calm settled over Eldoria, like the softest of blankets draped over the kingdom's weary landscape. The battle that had raged with such fury moments before now seemed like a distant nightmare, its echoes fading into the soft rustle of the morning breeze.

The High Luminary stood atop the temple steps, her gaze cast toward the horizon where the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and rose. Beside her, Margo and Priest Mathias stood in quiet contemplation, their eyes reflecting the soft, warm light of the rising sun.

"It's finally over," the High Luminary whispered, her voice filled with a quiet relief

Margo's thoughts turned to Elias  who had stood against the overwhelming darkness and emerged victorious. She remembered his determination, the fire in his eyes that had refused to be extinguished even in the face of terrible odds . For Margo, as the child of light, Elias was more than just a hero; he was the embodiment of salvation and hope itself

As the sun climbed higher, its rays bathed Eldoria in a brilliant light that signaled a new dawn—not just for the day, but for the kingdom itself. The shadows of the night retreated, banished by the pure, unyielding light that swept across the city's rooftops, its streets, and its people. The air was filled with a renewed sense of life, of possibilities yet to come.

Elias stood amidst the crowd, his breath still heavy from the battle. He looked around, meeting the eyes of the people of Eldoria who now gazed upon him with a mixture of awe, gratitude, and uncertainty. They had all witnessed the terrifying moment when Acedia, wearing the face of their beloved King Alaric, had sought to destroy the kingdom he had once sworn to protect.

They had seen Elias stand against that threat, risking everything to save them. But the bitter truth lingered—Alaric, their great unifier, had been struck down by the very hero who now stood before them.

For many, the pain of that loss was still too fresh, too raw. King Alaric was not just a ruler; he was a legend, a figure of absolute strength and wisdom who had united the fractured lands of Eldoria into one. To see him fall, even in the grip of possession, was a blow that few could easily reconcile.

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The crowd murmured in hushed tones, their expressions caught between sorrow and gratitude, between mourning and relief.

Suddenly, a lone voice broke through the quiet. An elderly woman, her face lined with the marks of many seasons, stepped forward. "Let us sing the praises of Elias!" she called out, her voice clear and strong. "Praise to the chosen child of light who saved us from the hand of a king who turned against his people!"

Her words sparked a ripple through the crowd. One by one, the people of Eldoria began to raise their voices, chanting Elias's name in a growing chorus of admiration. They hailed him as their savior, the hero who had defeated the darkness and restored hope to their hearts.

But Elias, feeling the weight of the moment, raised his hand to silence them. The chants died down as the crowd looked at him expectantly, waiting for his words.

"Stop," Elias said, his voice firm but laced with a gentle sadness. "Do not sing my praises. I did not fight to earn your adoration or to stand above our fallen king.

You must understand—King Alaric was possessed by a demon, a force of evil that twisted his will and used his body against us. He was not the enemy."

Elias's gaze swept over the crowd, seeing the confusion and the pain in their eyes. He knew that the truth would not be easy for them to accept, but he could not allow their grief to turn into misplaced anger.

"King Alaric is still the great hero and unifier of Eldoria," Elias continued, his voice resonating with conviction. "Even in his final moments, he fought against the darkness that sought to control him. It was his love for this kingdom, his love for all of you, that gave him the strength to break free, even if only for a moment. He thought of you, his people, right until the very end.

It was King Alaric who saved Eldoria, not me."

A heavy silence settled over the crowd as Elias's words sank in. The people of Eldoria, who had been ready to turn their back on the memory of their king, now felt the weight of Elias's truth. Faces that had been filled with praise and relief now softened with somber reflection.

Some began to weep openly, their tears was proof of  the deep love they had held for their king, a love that had been buried beneath the chaos of Acedia's possession.

He had seen their pain and their confusion, and he had shared in it. But now, standing amidst the people of Eldoria, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. He could not let Alaric's sacrifice be tainted by misunderstanding. He had to honor the king's memory in the way that mattered most—by uniting the people in truth and in hope.

Elias knelt beside the body of King Alaric, gently lifting the fallen monarch's severed head. The sight was jarring, even to him, but there was no hesitation in his movements. He found a shawl from a nearby vendor, a simple cloth that bore the vibrant colors of Eldoria's crest, and he wrapped Alaric's remains with care and reverence.

The crowd watched in silence as Elias rose, cradling the shrouded body of their king. His expression was one of solemn determination, a silent promise to see Eldoria and Elaris through the trials that still lay ahead. As he looked around once more, meeting the eyes of those who now wept openly, Elias knew that this was only the beginning of the journey.

With a final, lingering glance at the people of Eldoria, Elias took to the skies. He shone brilliantly in the morning sun, the crowd gasped in awe, watching as Elias took to the sky, the shawl-wrapped form of King Alaric held close to his chest.

Elias flew toward the castle, the wind whipping around him as he soared above the city he had fought so hard to protect. Below, the streets of Eldoria stretched out like a tapestry of hope and sorrow, the people watching as their savior carried their fallen king back to the heart of the kingdom.

As he approached the castle, Elias's mind was already turning to the future. There were so many questions left unanswered, so many challenges that still loomed on the horizon. Acedia's final words haunted him—what did the Demon King mean by "not following the script"? What role did the King of Hell have in all of this? And what would it mean for Elias and the fate of Eldoria?

But as he landed softly on the castle's balcony, Elias pushed those thoughts aside for the moment. He laid King Alaric's body gently on the cold stone, pausing to offer a silent prayer for the fallen king. Alaric had given everything for his people, and now it was Elias's turn to ensure that his sacrifice had not been in vain.

Elias turned, looking out over Eldoria as the first rays of sunlight bathed the city in golden light. He could hear the distant murmurs of the people, still gathered below, still grappling with the events of the day. But as the light grew brighter, Elias felt a surge of determination rise within him.

This was the dawn of a new era for Eldoria, a time to rebuild, to heal, and to face whatever darkness inevitably still lay ahead.

He would not let the shadows of the past dictate the future. Elias, the chosen child of light, would stand as a guardian for Eldoria and Elaris , just as Alaric had done.