Rayne emerged from the meditation room. After half a month, he entered the Storm Temple once again.
By now, the gigantic temple was completely under the giants' control. Solim had brought the Storm Giants to live in the various palaces. They occupied the temple's core area around the Sky Temple, while the Frost Giants, Stone Giants, Hill Giants, and Cyclopes stayed in a ring around the outskirts.
Including the old, the young, women, and children, the various giant clans numbered fewer than ten thousand in total. Even if they all moved in, they would occupy less than a tenth of the temple's area.
Outside the temple, the various vassal races also gradually migrated here, taking over Storm's Peak.
The newly surrendered Wind Elemental Creatures were scattered around Storm's Peak. Solim strictly controlled their living and activity areas, forbidding them from leaving at will.
On the steps before the main entrance of the Sky Temple, Rayne met the Titan Elder, whose face was glowing with vitality.
"Your Majesty!"
Solim greeted him, clearly in an excellent mood.
"Elder." Rayne smiled and nodded. Looking at this powerful demigod, he remembered that whenever he had met with Solim in the past, the latter had always worn a troubled expression. Now, however, he had personally waited here for Rayne, and the heaviness that had once covered his face was gone. Truly, happy occasions put people in high spirits.
It was easy to understand when one thought about it. Solim carried the future of his entire race on his shoulders, and the pressure had been immense.
Now that the pain and humiliation accumulated over ten thousand years had vanished in a single day, their ancestral land had been reclaimed, and their revival was within reach, who could possibly not be happy?
It was not only Solim.