The declaration of surrender hung in the air, uttered like an unexpected gust of wind in the calm of a storm. It left the battlefield in a state of suspended disbelief, the silence speaking volumes as both adversaries and onlookers grappled with Matty's decision. King Saul himself was lost. His own representative had given up.
The King of the Israelites assumed Matty would have fought to the death. Frankly, William understood avoiding a death match but still. The battle felt disappointing.
"Good work, Matty!" Jules' voice sliced through the tension like butter. "You can come back now."
Matty's scowl softened and he returned to her with the smallest of smiles.
