Back at the beach, the battlefield fell eerily silent. The once-relentless undead army, which had seemed unstoppable, suddenly collapsed where they stood. Their glowing eyes dimmed, their twisted forms crumbled into ash, and the oppressive aura that had plagued the battlefield dissipated into nothingness, all in an instant.
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the coalition forces as they cautiously lowered their weapons.
"They're… gone," one soldier whispered, his voice trembling.
"The head, their leader, is dead!" Rynne announced confidently, her voice carrying over the stunned crowd. "We've won!"
A roar of celebration erupted among the coalition army. Warriors who had been moments from despair now raised their fists in victory, their cheers echoing across the beach.
…
Back in the immortal king's territory, the other Lords approached Lance, Ithil offering him his cloak to cover his nakedness.
