The Last Blood Mage

The New King Of Mooncrest

As mounted on his majestic silver warhorse, Duke Marvin entered the city through the front gate, his figure imposing and triumphant. The streets of the capital, once bustling with life, now bore the marks of siege and starvation. The people who lined the streets were weak, their faces gaunt, their bodies frail and thin - a direct result of Marvin's order to burn their food storage, a ruthless tactic that had forced them to open the gates.

Despite their bravery and loyalty, the people and the soldiers of the capital city could not fight against the pangs of starvation. They stood in silent, defeated groups, their eyes reflecting a mix of fear, resignation, and disdain.

Marvin, observing their state, felt a surge of pride in his tactical victory. He leaned towards Jackson, who rode beside him, and whispered, "See? A starving city has no fight left in it. This is how you win a war."

Among the hushed whispers of the onlookers, bitter words were exchanged, painting a vivid picture of their