Chapter 358 - The Hidden Woman

The gates of Hektor's stronghold creaked as Lyan walked through, his dark cloak trailing behind him. The air outside felt heavy, weighed down by the aftermath of the battle. The cheers of his soldiers, the scent of smoke from the torches, and the clinking of armor from his troops should have filled him with a sense of victory. And yet, it didn't. Victory was clear—he had taken Hektor's stronghold, defeated his forces, and the remnants of resistance were scattering like frightened birds. But it wasn't a sweet victory. War never was.