As the dust settled, City Lord Longus descended from the sky, transforming back into his humanoid form. His steps were unsteady as he clutched his stomach tightly, his usually composed demeanor strained by an overwhelming fatigue.
"Impressive as always, my lord," one of the clan leaders said as they approached him, having finished their own battles. They wore exhausted smiles, their faces lined with weariness after the long and grueling fight. Yet, despite their fatigue, they couldn't help but flatter the city lord, their voices carrying a tone of reverence.
"How could those abominable demons ever stand a chance against you? Only if they're tired of life would they dare to invade our city."
Another old man chimed in, his tone filled with reverence. "Truly, my lord, you are the shield and sword of Arcadia. With you leading us, no force in this world or the next could ever hope to breach our defenses."
