Chapter 425: A Victory And A Hatred
The night was growing darker, and the winter wind blew coldly. Amidst the bleak surroundings, patches of fire illuminated the hillside, burning the remnants of the feud that had persisted for several weeks.
The air was heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and blood, mingling with the metallic tang of spent gunpowder. Broken weapons and shattered armour littered the ground, silent witnesses to the fierce struggle that had taken place.
The earth, torn and churned by the relentless march of soldiers and artillery, lay bare and still. The silence was punctuated only by the crackling of the fire and the footsteps of the victorious party, ensuring that no survivors remained.
The Bargesian flag, tattered and trampled, no longer stood with pride; it was soiled with dirt and dust from the battle. The brutality of the conflict had brought them low in a merciless war fueled by their own arrogance and greed.
After several weeks of fighting, the Bargesian army lay devastated, defeated by the brave Cassians and their allies.
"My Lord, our scouts have thoroughly checked the battleground. All enemies have been eliminated," Adam reported to Kyren.
The grand duke, standing tall and scanning the area with hawk-like eyes, nodded.
"Good. Let’s return to our base," he said.
The Cassian army gathered along with its allies, the pirates and mercenaries, followed his command and marched back to the fort.
Upon their arrival, Athillia, who had been anxiously waiting, welcomed the battalion.
"Are you all right?" she asked with concern.