Chapter 101

The morning light had just begun to show below the horizon when Davin and his weary comrades, having assisted James in tending to the injured, made their way back, the car driving down to Lord Puttin's mansion. The once vibrant air was now tinged with an exhausted silence, a stark contrast to the earlier tumult of battle. As they approached the grand gates of the estate, the sight of the opulent mansion standing against the backdrop of a scarred land was a reminder of what had been fought for.

Inside the mansion, Lord Puttin awaited their arrival with a tense anticipation. His eyes, though narrowed in suspicion, bore the gleam of relief that his rival had been dealt with. As Davin and his entourage entered the great hall, the atmosphere shifted from somber to strained, yet hopeful.

"Lord Puttin," Davin began, his voice steady despite the fatigue that clung to him. "The battle has been won. Lord Shawn's fortress is in ruins, and Michael has been taken prisoner."

Puttin's eyes widened s