A battle that had the king of Demons in it had ended in a matter of 24 hours.
All though the moon goddess had asked them not to celebrate yet, their faces could not hold back the smile of relief they felt. They were anxious about Elara but still they had hope. They all had negative expectations for this war at first yet it had ended so easily, that was enough to keep them hoping, who knows from their hope luck may be on their side again.
They gathered their spoils and their wins. Surely the bodies of their fallen members would find a resting place but those of their enemies was bound to meet blazing flames and disintegrate into ashes.
Under the risen sun, the armies stood in order, their eyes on the scorching corpses. The smoke rose to the sky as an emblem of their victory.
