"Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud..." The dense sound of leather boots striking the stone floor echoed in the somewhat empty great hall.
Redman, with his staff officers, his aide-de-camp, the commander of the 3rd battalion of the 1st regiment of the Northern Ridge Legion, and the general who had just surrendered, flanked by a dozen soldiers, walked through the most opulent hall of the Germelin Royal Palace.
The murals here were very famous, having been commissioned from renowned painters at great expense, depicting the story of Gemalin's ancestors achieving a great victory at the Germelin River.
It was after this great victory that Germelin was officially able to establish its kingdom, grow and develop amidst the strong enemies encircling the Germelin Plains, eventually expanding to the scale it was at that day.
Unfortunately, it was all over now.
