Trumpets blared through the capital. The streets were loud with music and happy shouts. People stood along the roads, clapping and yelling. They cheered because the Heroes of Atlas were back. The heroes walked tall, their armor shining in the sun. They had beaten the Northern Demon Tower.
The group moved toward the big palace. Its tall gates had gold and red banners. The huge doors opened with a creak, and the crowd got even louder. The heroes stepped inside together. Their steps were firm. The air in the hall felt alive with excitement.
Nobles, officials, and people in the big hall clapped hard. Their voices bounced off the high ceilings. At the far end, King Arthur stood up from his throne. He looked strong and royal. Everyone went quiet right away. They all looked at him as he lifted his hand. His voice was deep and made people listen.
"I, Arthur, Emperor of the Atlas Empire, stand here today to thank you," he said. He sounded proud and warm. "These heroes brought light when things were dark. They cleared the Northern Demon Tower and killed the big demon. You kept our people safe and gave hope to everyone. The empire will always owe you for this."
The hall got loud with clapping. People cheered as the king stopped for a moment. "To show how brave and great you are," Arthur said next, "we will have a big feast. It will go on for two days. Let's celebrate this huge win together!"
The crowd shouted again, but the king lifted his hand. They got quiet. Soldiers came in from behind the throne. They carried three big tables. The tables had shiny things and glowing weapons on them. Each one looked special, like it had power.
"These," the king said, pointing at the treasures, "are from the Martial Era. They are the best things humans have. One of the Eight Great Blacksmiths made them. They have power that lasted hundreds of years. Each one shows how strong and tough we are."
He looked at the heroes. His voice was steady and real. "They are yours to pick. They are rewards for what you did. May they help you clear the other demon towers and bring peace to this broken world."
The people watched, amazed, as the soldiers put the tables in front of the heroes. Jin Solan, a big warrior who never gave up, stepped up. He looked at a glowing talisman. He took it. It was gold and felt warm and safe.
"The Amulet of Vows," Arthur said. "It makes you stronger and keeps dark magic away. Good for the shield who protected his friends."
Hiyori, a mage who helped win with her magic, went next. She picked a bright cloak. It looked like moving fire.
"The Phoenix Cloak," the king said. "It lights up with fire when you're in danger. Right for someone brave who uses magic."
Valer, a swordsman who cut down lots of enemies, stepped up. He grabbed a fine sword. It had old marks on it.
"The Blade of Eternity," Arthur said, sounding proud. "Made from pieces of old relics. It never gets dull or breaks. Perfect for the one who led the fight."
Then Arden, the leader, stepped forward. They were calm and kept the team together. They chose a simple ring. It glowed a little with a strange light.
"The Ring of Unity," Arthur said with a smile. "It ties you to your friends and makes you stronger together. Just right for the one who led this team."
The other heroes went up one by one. Each picked a relic that felt right for them. As they held their new things, the room got loud with clapping again. The cheering got wild.
The king raised his arms. His big voice cut through the noise. "Let this day start a new time for Atlas! May these heroes lead us to win again!"
The hall went wild once more. The people cheered for the heroes and the hope they brought—a better future, free from the demon towers' shadow.