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.

himself. Even with swords from all sides

cold fire burning in his gaze. "You cannot kill me. I will die by my

head back, the blade cutting deep into his throat. Blood

"You may choose to die by your own hand. It

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

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

caused anger among

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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

to the

dispatch. No news had come to confirm whether

themselves

from the outskirts, bearing the report of victory. His shout of "A great victory for the Southern Frontier!" echoed through the gates, and the

they called out, their cheers carrying all the way to Royal Street. The dispatch was swiftly delivered into Jeremiah's hands,

hands trembled as

battle He devoured it eagerly, almost greedily. When he

victory had been hard-won,

He had done it.

also read the report, and with each line, his smile grew