Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1461 The battle raged on with a ferocity that turned the sky to dusk and the earth to mud. Blood, corpses, severed limbs, and agonized cries filled the air, suffocating Mount Whitemist in their wake.

Death came with the daylight, and the mountain was bathed in a thin, warm golden hue.

Rafael rode in, shouting for them to surrender and hand over Victor.

Victor shouted equally loudly, retorting that the people of Starhaven were treacherous. Once they laid down their weapons, only death awaited them. But if they fought on, there was still a slim chance of survival.

Yet, how could they hope to fight? The Starhaven forces were armed to the teeth, with six-barreled matchlocks capable of picking them off from afar.

It was a battle they could never win.

One by one, Victor's men fell, lifeless in the blood-soaked earth.

Victor raised his sword, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions: failure, death, despair.

Once, he had stood tall on the Southern Frontier-a hero among his people, his family's name soaring to new heights thanks to his victories. He was the pride of Sandoria, cherished and celebrated.

Now, everything he had gained from that land was slipping away, lost to the very land he had conquered.

He looked at Rafael, but the hand holding his blade had no strength left. Trembling, he could only point it weakly at his old enemy-there was too much unwillingness to accept reality in his heart.

turned the blade on himself. Even with swords from all sides pressed against his neck, his

cold fire burning in his gaze. "You cannot kill

his head back, the blade cutting deep into his throat. Blood poured out in a

the first to withdraw his blade. "You may choose to die by your own hand. It matters not

eagles circled, their wings blotting out the sky. Their cries were a funeral bell, foretelling the

slipped away, the last thing he saw was the darkness before him, filled with

severed with a brutal swiftness. The flow of blood had slowed, and the vast gaping hole in his neck no longer caused anger among the Sandoria soldiers. Instead, it was fear that gripped them. With no leader, struggling any further meant

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hungry and exhausted, and even breathing was difficult. Slowly, they began to drop their weapons, one after another. Surrender was their only option now. Perhaps as

to the Starhaven capital, bearing

previous urgent dispatch. No news had come to

themselves

report of victory. His shout of "A great victory for the

Street. The dispatch was swiftly delivered into Jeremiah's hands,

hands trembled

devoured it eagerly, almost greedily. When he finished, his heart burned with pride, a fiery heat

victory had been hard-won, but they had done

He had done it.

the report, and with each line, his smile grew wider. He