Chapter 108

The dawn following the conflict was stark and somber. The battlefield, once a frenzy of steel and blood.

The victorious Davin surveyed the scene with a heavy heart, his mind racing with what life would mean now placed upon him.

His thoughts, however, were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps and the clanking of chains.

Michael, still bound and disheveled, was being led by Lord Puttin and his guards. The once-proud leader’s defiance was now reduced to a bitter resignation, his shoulders slumped under the weight of his defeat.

Puttin’s smile was anything but reassuring as he escorted the prisoners through the wreckage of the battlefield.

“Get hold of them, ensure that none of them gets to escape!” Davin commanded sharply, his voice cutting through the uneasy silence.

The soldiers quickly moved to comply, securing the remaining prisoners with tight bindings. Their faces were a mixture of fear and fatigue, reflecting the toll of the battle and the uncertainty of their futur