Inside the Red Dragon Order's main hall, Ragnar, Bryson, and Savra sat around a grand obsidian table.
Ragnar let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair.
"We won... but somehow... it feels empty."
Bryson, sitting beside him, sighed as well, rubbing his temples. He then shook his head.
"I know what you mean. It must be because Lucius was always the one who planned everything. Without him… it just doesn't feel the same."
The room fell into a silence.
Then—
BANG!
Savra suddenly slammed her fist onto the table, shocking both Ragnar and Bryson.
She glanced at them with frustration as he shouted out loud.
"Bastards! We already won! So why the hell are you two acting like we lost?!"
Ragnar and Bryson looked at her in surprise, not expecting her outburst.
Savra clenched her fists, her body trembling. She was holding back tears, but her voice remained firm and strong.
