As long as a person lived in this world, they would have ties to others.
With his current strength, he was already the supreme god of the mortal world, and the time had indeed come to fulfill his promise.
Those who had sacrificed unconditionally to help him reach the pinnacle had to be rewarded with eternal life.
And so, Shawn nodded to Snape.
"How could I forget? Don't worry. It won't be long now."
Then he turned to Tom and said gently.
"Once I've tied up the loose ends, I'll go to the Realm of the Dead with you."
Emotion surged through Tom's quiet, melancholy eyes. For once, his throat tightened, and he finally nodded.
"I'll wait for you."
Half a month later.
The Wizarding World was united!
At Hogwarts, in Asgard, which floated above the shore of Black Lake, beneath the Shawn Statue carved from an entire mountain.
Hundreds of thousands of wizards from around the world had gathered. Though the crowd stretched as far as the eye could see, every person knelt on one knee, their expressions solemn.
Today marked the founding of the Pan-Wizard Thunder God Empire.
Shawn Black formally ascended the throne as the first emperor of the Magic Empire.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald, dressed in matching outfits, crowned him.
"Eternal glory to the God King!"
"Eternal glory to the God King!"
Before the Dragon and Phoenix Divine Palace, stone statues of ravens in flight looked almost alive.
Two rows of Guardians, armed with weapons and battle-axes and clad in purple cloaks, knelt on one knee in utter devotion.
High above them on the Magic Throne, Shawn wore white ceremonial robes patterned in purple and a black-and-gold crown. Scepter in hand, he looked down over the vast sea of subjects kneeling below.
Vast power of faith