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.

the blade on himself. Even with swords from all sides pressed against his neck, his blade reached his chin, cutting a

his head, locking eyes with Rafael, a cold fire burning in his gaze. "You cannot kill me. I will die

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

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

wings blotting out the sky. Their cries were

thing he saw was the darkness before him, filled with the sound

with a brutal swiftness. The flow of blood had slowed, and the vast gaping hole in his neck no longer caused anger among

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was difficult. Slowly, they began to drop their weapons, one after another. Surrender was their only option now. Perhaps

was sent to the Starhaven capital, bearing word of their

other report except for the previous urgent dispatch. No news had come to confirm whether the Hell

themselves for

the report of victory. His shout of "A

cheers carrying all the way to Royal Street. The dispatch was swiftly delivered into Jeremiah's hands, who wasted no time

trembled as

every detail of the battle He devoured it eagerly, almost greedily. When he finished, his heart burned

had been hard-won,

He had done it.

read the report, and with each line, his