"Did we really win?"
A tired, bloody youth from Amol village sat on a broken block of concrete, glancing at the devastated scenery. Though the flames finally died down, for the members of Iris's forces, this moment was what they yearned for.
The once quaint and calm little village, where people farmed and toiled the lands, now lay a charred hellscape.
A firm hand suddenly grasped his shoulder.
"Take a breather, lad, we've won the battle, but the war is far from over."
Gerard's actions during the battle, both inside the tunnel and throughout the village, gained him great respect and awe from the young Amol warriors. He fought the hardest, despite being an outsider.
Thanks to his determination, many of the warriors against their little princess marrying the Lord of Babylon helped change their minds.
"T-Thank you, May the divines bless you, Sir knight."
The old knight couldn't help but smile, but shook his head.
