The end of the war was announced by a grim silence that followed hours filled with the intensity of battle. Instead of celebrating victory, Neonidas' army gazed upon the destruction left behind by the conflict. The battlefield had become nothing more than a slaughterhouse, littered with burned corpses, overturned chariots, and severed limbs.
The ground had turned to mud, soaked with the blood of fallen warriors. With every step, boots sank into the crimson sludge, the crunching of broken bones echoing across the field. The few remaining soldiers of the enemy army knelt in surrender, their heads bowed in defeat. But there would be no mercy in this victory.
Neonidas' orders were clear: "Every surviving enemy is a threat and the seed of a future war."
