The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the towering spires of Ferastos Castle. The city buzzed with excitement and celebration as Prince Luke Ferastos and his army returned from their recent campaign against the wolves. The streets were adorned with banners and flowers, and the air was thick with the sounds of jubilation.
Prince Luke rode at the head of his procession, his face a mask of calm detachment. He glanced at the cheering crowds, their adulation washing over him without leaving a trace. Inside, he was a storm of conflicting emotions. The victory they celebrated was tainted by the ruthless actions of Commander Zastos and the terrible toll it had taken on both sides.
As they passed through the castle gates, Luke’s thoughts drifted to the recent past. He rememb
