Third person POV:
It felt too quiet after the battle.
Smoke still lingered on the ridges in the Castle Duskbane, but banners hanging on the walls quivered in a serene breeze. Soldiers gather again in the courtyards, repairing armor, regarding their blades.
Lincoln stood at the ramparts with Seraphine and observed sunlight creep over the valley. The scars of war were still present—burned trees, shattered siege towers—but silence gave them hope at the same time. Perhaps this was peace.
"Not quite feels wrong," Seraphine whispered. "After everything, to have the world so still."
Lincoln smiled weakly. "Perhaps we finally earned it."
Below, the others walked through the courtyard: Amir checking, Ayaana kneeling next to Chrisha as they stitched a wound, Sky and Star having words, Chris s
