RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Even before we reached the walls, frantic cheers erupted from the city. The massive walls were filled to the brim with people, and from the horse a distance, I could see the Queen, Serena, and Caelum.
In front of the gates were soldiers—beaten and battered but in high spirits. Varic stood ahead of them with a look of ecstasy that made me fear this old man might die from joy.
"Absolute Victory!" Luthor cheered. "Prince Thalorien and his ten-thousand-strong army were defeated by the Great One!"
The old man didn't even wait for us to arrive before screaming my achievements. It was like a child running to show off his new toy to his mother as soon as he got his hands on it.
His words silenced the crowd. Glances were exchanged. Clearly, they expected me to win—but no one expected this kind of victory. From their expressions, I could tell Prince Thalorien was held in high regard by these people. And it made sense.
