The sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden hue over the victorious army as they made their way back from the conquered castle.
Velian, the valiant leader and now the possessor of the powerful Amulet, rode at the head of his troops. The air was filled with jubilant cheers, and the sound of clashing armour echoed in the distance.
"I knew he could do it," One of the men said with his hands showing the triumph of the battle.
And the same thing went for all the other warriors including demons, until they went into the town, where people lived.
As they approached the town, however, a sombre silence descended upon the soldiers.
The once-thriving streets now lay desolate, the buildings bearing the scars of a battle long fought. The people of the town, their bodies weary and their spirits broken, knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces.
The effects of the mind control imposed upon them by the Dukas Union had finally been shattered, leaving them in anguish.