As the duke appeared, the soldiers made way for him, guiding him to the best vantage point overlooking the plains. Slowly, he raised his gaze and saw Count Michael and the special task force leading the captives back. The rising sun cast a golden glow behind Michael, giving him the appearance of a figure wreathed in light.
Overwhelmed by the sight, the duke gripped the tower wall with trembling hands, as though afraid he might collapse under the weight of his emotions. Tears of joy streamed down his weathered face.
"Oh… my word… To see such a sight in my lifetime," he whispered.
Beside him, his aide clenched his fists, unable to contain his own feelings. He could hardly believe he had played a role in this monumental victory. The triumph filled him with pride, eclipsing all the battles he had fought under the duke's command.
