The low thrum of a battle horn resounded through the battlefield. The sound of sword and steel grew silent... and was soon replaced by celebratory cheers of victory.
Tycondrius looked over his shoulder. Guild leader Bannok had climbed atop a large boulder in the distance, where he raised his axe in a victory pose.
"The White Lady had been defeated!! The honors go to the Brazen Guard collective!!!"
The adventurers still caught in illusions slowly began to regain themselves. Even Tancred, sopping wet with the blood and gore of his allies, stopped his flailing about, staring blankly with his eyes unfocused.
Tycon clicked his tongue as he turned to walk away.
Though the battle had been won, an inkling of regret remained in his heart. He prayed that the decision he made this sun would not haunt him in the future.
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