As Raegon's lifeless body fell to the floor, the fires in the forge began to die down. Ryzen stood over the fallen Warlord, his breath heavy, his body worn from the battle. The connection he felt to the dark energy lingered, but he had won—he had controlled it.

Lyra and Kael rushed into the room, their eyes wide with awe.

"You did it," Lyra breathed. "Raegon's... he's gone."

Ryzen nodded, sheathing Sundrake. But as he looked down at the Warlord's remains, he knew this was not the end. Raegon had been a puppet, another player in a much larger game. The true threat was still out there—lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

But Ryzen Ashura, the Last Sentinel, would be ready.

Epilogue: The Rising Threat

In the far reaches of the wasteland, deep within an underground laboratory, a figure watched the events unfold through a series of monitors. Their face was hidden behind a mask, their voice calm and measured.

"Raegon is dead," they said softly. "As expected."

The figure turned to face a row of dormant machines, their eyes glowing with a sinister light.

"Prepare the others. The Last Sentinel's battle is far from over."

And so, the war continued.

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