Then the forces were gone. Battle-worn but happy, Gwinam embraced each of her friends and thanked them for their endurance and their key role in this great journey.
Darkness had been pushed back and the place was once again a safe haven. Gwinam's mind turned towards rebuilding and unsuspecting restoration. In whatever shape they could, they worked hard extending their hands to heal the land and men thereon.
As time rolled on and days turned to weeks and weeks to months, Gwinam's calm and patient attitude proved the one beacon that guided the realm into a new age of peace and unity. She believed in the necessity of encouraging forgiveness and understanding for all toward one path, toward healing the scars from the storms.
Gwinam's light of compassion and understanding soon became a kind of anointed balm among her people. Villages were rising from the ashes, relations were mending, and a spirit of togetherness flourished; the realm truly was flourishing like never before. Trading routes opened, art flourished, and the very spirit of cooperation was palpable in all walks of life.
But she knew that a single victorious battle against evil cannot bring eternal peace to the realm. Most importantly, it requires ceaseless vigilance and efforts so that harm is kept at bay. Thus, she instituted a council comprising wise beings of varied backgrounds so that they could all ensure the continued prosperity and safety of the realm.
Gwinam went on with her comrades by her side.