Duke Zadkiel watched the scene unfold, a flicker of pride in his eyes. The festival had not only provided a much-needed reprieve from the strife but had also given the people a glimpse of what they could achieve when they stood united.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden hues across the land, the Festival of Unity drew to a close. The crowds dispersed, carrying with them the memories of a day filled with joy, camaraderie, and a glimmer of hope for a brighter future. The Duke stood alone in the now-empty square, reflecting on the events that had unfolded. The skirmishes and distrust still lingered, but he had witnessed a glimpse of unity, a fleeting moment where the people set aside their differences and came together.
