The echo of “Those who surrender will be spared” lingered in the airspace above the castle, casting a shadow over the panic-stricken rebels who now seemed utterly devoid of any fighting spirit.

A symphony of clattering ensued as an increasing number of soldiers dropped their weapons. Even the most tenacious were swiftly subdued, rendering the once defiant castle defenses feeble.

The capture of the four sovereigns, along with the remaining rebels scattering for their lives, left the besieged forces with limited options. Either surrender or face imminent demise.

In the face of an unidentified adversary, they were unwilling to lay down their lives in a futile struggle.

“I will honor the promise I just made. Anyone who willingly surrenders will be pardoned,” Eloise assured. Her tone was now gentler, devoid of the earlier imposing aura.

soldiers were both relieved and

Highness,

on the

Your Highness, for

once tumultuous battlefield into a sea of capitulation. They were sincerely grateful for Eloise’s

to Draven and Mortimer, who were still suspended

“We… we surrender!”

of reinforcements for the castle, it became evident that their external

vanguard attacking the castle now kneeled in submission, turning Draven and Mortimer into

seemed to be their only

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