Isabella concludes her speech.

Isabella straightened, her expression one of serene determination. “Today, we mourn. Tomorrow, we fight. For Montesoro. For its people. For its future. My father’s dream will not die with him, because it is no longer his alone—it belongs to all of us.”

Her gaze swept downward toward the crowds gathered in the plaza and beyond. “I call upon every citizen, every soldier, every worker, every man and woman: look to the future we can build together. Look to the legacy we can create. And ask yourselves—what will your part be in this story? Will you build, or will you destroy? Will you unite, or will you divide? The answer lies within each of you. El Sol es Nuestro Testigo!”

The Sun is our witness. The crowd dutifully echoed back the words, Montesoro's state motto, before breaking out into applause, some more enthusiastic than others. The palace guards saluted with their weapons, and the band struck up the national anthem.

With those final words, she stepped back, her hands dropping to her sides, letting her frenzied heart settle down.

The nation was now under no doubt they had a new leader, young and untested, whether they want her or not. Could she fill her father's shoes, or would the country spiral further into chaos and ruin? The future was a mystery, but for now, Isabella Reyes stood defiantly in the dying embers of the sun, ready to face whatever came next.