The aftermath of the battle brought a quiet that felt almost surreal to Wallace and his Mana Knights. The forest around them, once teeming with danger, now stood silent and still. The towering trees and tangled roots that had seemed so menacing were now simply part of the landscape, their threat diminished by the victory they had achieved.
Wallace took a deep breath, allowing himself a moment of relaxation. The tension that had gripped his body during the fight slowly eased, replaced by a profound sense of relief. He sheathed his sword and walked over to a large, flat rock, sitting down with a heavy sigh. His knights followed suit, finding spots to rest and tend to their wounds.
Gareth, ever the diligent knight, approached Wallace with a flask of water. "Here, you should drink. You've been at it non-stop."
Wallace accepted the flask with a grateful nod. "Thanks, Gareth. You fought well today."
