Duncan and Emel stood victorious over Rectale's defeated form, their chests heaving with exhaustion. The city was silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two warriors.
As they caught their breath, Duncan turned to Emel. "Thanks for your help back there," he said, his eyes shining with gratitude.
Emel smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Anytime, Jon Ander," she replied.
Together, they began to make their way back to the city's central square, Rectale's defeated form slung over Duncan's shoulder.
As they walked, Duncan couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Rectale's defeat was a major victory, but Duncan knew that there were still many dangers lurking in the shadows.
They reached the central square, where a crowd of onlookers had gathered to see the defeated Rectale. Duncan and Emel handed him over to the city guards, who took him into custody.
The crowd began to disperse, and Duncan turned to Emel. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low and serious.
Emel nodded, her eyes narrowing. "What is it, Jon Ander?" she asked.
Duncan hesitated, unsure of how to begin. "I think there's more to Rectale's defeat than meets the eye," he said finally.
Emel's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Duncan shook his head. "I'm not sure yet," he admitted. "But I intend to find out."