Third Person POV:
The storm finally stopped. For the first time, the skies over Elyndor was so bright. Soldiers and healers wandered the streets, to help in healing wounds and check if there's still remaining enemy. It finally end—at least for the moment.
Eight riders came in from the east gate in silence, their spirit companions following behind them. Each wore the exhaustion of war in their posture but bore the calmness of conquest in their gaze. The kingdoms were secure, their borders strengthened, and the Legion of Eclipse force back beyond the mountains. But none of them knew peace. The atmosphere still tremble with tension, the sort that remains when one understands that the war is coming.
Lincoln led the way, Ignivar on his shoulder, wings barely glow. Sky and Star followed him,
