As Leonis Army departed the desolate capital they had conquered, a grandeur filled the air, resonating with the triumphant echoes of their conquest.
The once-haunted streets stood witness to the remnants of their dominance as banners fluttered proudly in the wind, carrying the emblems of their valor and prowess.
The rhythmic cadence of marching feet reverberated through the city's empty corridors, a testament to their indomitable spirit and unwavering unity.
The sun cast its radiant gaze upon the scene, illuminating the fallen remnants of the enemy's stronghold.
The abandoned structures, once symbols of power and defiance, now stood as silent witnesses to the overwhelming might of the triumphant force.
As they departed the fallen city, a sense of reverence embraced the scene as if the very land paid homage to their triumph. The city stood in somber stillness, its streets now devoid of life and the specter of defeat.
Today, Isla decided to ride a horse.
