Joon Wo was exhausted. The smell of blood was blinding him with the headache. Even though that they were miles away now from the battlefield, it was still with him. No matter how many battles he's been in he wouldn't get used to this…this curse. The curse of having people's life on your hands. Yet, he would never regret doing it for his home, and he would do it anytime gladly.
Despite the tiredness that he has been feeling, the moment that he saw the gates of the palace spread open wide, he felt relief wash over him, as if it's welcoming them back home safely. Even from this distance, he could easily make out Nefertari's figure as she stood amidst his brothers who were waiting for their return, the news of their victory traveled before them.
