The sun sets in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun casts a blood-red hue on the earth, adorned with scattered severed limbs, intensifying the atmosphere of horror.
The air is filled with an eerie stench of blood.
The great battle ended, the enemy forces retreated, and the two armies successfully rendezvoused on the battlefield.
"Honorable Duke Beckett, on behalf of the Moxi Duchy, I welcome your arrival. Today's overwhelming victory is all thanks to you..."
The formulaic pleasantries, Rakel had already mastered in his heart. If not for his disheveled appearance, his current display could be considered perfect.
"Your Excellency Governor, you're being too modest. Being able to hold off the enemy troops for so long, you have essentially already achieved victory.
No matter how fierce the Earth Core race is, in the end, they are outsiders, and the logistical burden they have to bear is much greater than ours.
