The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the battlefield as the last echoes of the battle faded into silence. Alex stood on the ramparts of his fortress, surveying the aftermath of the siege. Smoke curled into the air, and the ground was littered with debris, remnants of the fierce fight that had just unfolded. The cheers of victory were muted by the heavy weight of loss that hung in the air.
Elena approached, her expression grave. "We held them off, but at what cost?" she said, her voice soft yet firm. She looked around, taking in the faces of the wounded and the fallen. "We lost good people today."
Alex nodded, his heart heavy. He had fought alongside his allies, side by side, but the victory felt bittersweet. They had managed to repel the Demon King's forces, but the price was steep. He could still see the faces of those who had fallen—friends, comrades, warriors who had fought bravely for their cause. Each loss weighed heavily on him.
