As the Vandorian soldiers retreated, signaling a victory for the Highlanders, the air filled with cries of triumph. Chiron watched from a distance as they hoisted Barbara onto their shoulders, her name echoing in their victorious shouts. In the midst of this jubilation, Abel materialized beside him, seemingly from nowhere. Chiron sensed his presence but chose to ignore it, maintaining his stoic gaze on the celebration.
Abel, however, broke the silence. His face was serious as he turned to Chiron. "Incredible, isn't it?" he asked, gesturing towards the revelry.
Chiron turned, giving Abel a brief nod. "Yes, it is. Our Highlander Tribes are fighting back, and we are winning," he replied, his voice steady.
Abel nodded in agreement. "Yes, it is a good thing. However," he paused, eyeing Chiron with a curious tilt of his head, "you seem rather calm, not wild with joy like a typical Highlander. You're the only one not expressing any happiness over this victory."