The atmosphere in the meeting chamber was charged with both pride and humility as a palpable sense of camaraderie filled the air. Each person was a new version of themselves—strengthened, refined, and deeply grateful for the eight-month journey that had transformed them. As the members took their seats around the grand table, their expressions conveyed a shared, silent gratitude to Hadrian and Isabella, whose vision had drawn them all here.
When Hadrian rose to speak, every eye turned to him. His gaze swept over the group, a hint of warmth in his eyes, his voice steady. “I’d like to take this moment to thank each and every one of you. You all believed in us, and you trusted that this path, however unconventional, was worth the effort. The sincerity, courage, and dedication you’ve shown in these past months is something I am profoundly grateful for.” He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle over the group. “To the Goblin Nation, especially to you, King Ragnarok,” he continued, turning his gaze respectfully toward King Ragnarok, “thank you for the time, patience, and unwavering devotion you’ve shown. Without your guidance, none of this would have been possible.”
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