Punic War

Henry led the hundred soldiers back to the mansion, their footsteps leaving a visible trace on the shallow snow. He could clearly feel the stark contrast between the two groups walking behind him. Zahra's team wore bright smiles as they excitedly whispered to each other, their eyes shining with a happiness they had never experienced before. In fact, if someone were to ask, this could easily be considered as the best day of their lives. They had finally been able to change their future for the better.

On the other side, Grok and his team trudged along, their heads hung low as their faces showed a mixture of shame and regret. The memory of their defeat kept replaying in Grok's mind, making him grit his teeth in frustration. In his mind, Zahra's actions were the act of a coward and a dishonorable warrior, who had no audacity and no courage to move forwards, a mark of weakness and deceit.