As the cheers from the victorious soldiers echoed along the city walls, Ethan took a deep, steadying breath. The relief was palpable, but he knew this was only a temporary victory. The Reavers were known for regrouping, adapting, and striking back harder than ever before. While Sythor's capital had been saved, the fight against this relentless enemy was far from over.
The Lyran commander approached Ethan, a look of gratitude and respect on his face. "Captain Warren, your team's intervention was crucial. Without you and your crew, Sythor would likely have fallen today. The people here will not forget what you've done."
Ethan nodded, appreciating the sentiment but aware that they needed to stay vigilant. "We'll hold as long as we can, but we need to prepare for the possibility of another attack. The Reavers don't give up easily."
The commander's face hardened, but he gave a resolute nod. "We'll be ready, Captain. My troops are on high alert."
