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( Max's POV ) 

The Bloodfall Clan had erupted into a frenzy of euphoria. A palpable wave of victory washed over each warrior, the taste of triumph still fresh on their tongues. 

Tables, strewn with the finest of wines and meats, groaned under the weight of indulgence, the merry cacophony of victory reverberating throughout the camp. 

Clansmen, of varying degrees of seniority, were caught in the throes of celebration, recounting tales of their heroics with raucous laughter, mimicking sword strikes and parries with boisterous cheer. There was something invigorating about their stories, each anecdote punctuated by applause, whistles and cheers of approval.

A newly inducted soldier, a part of the few who were left near the fort as a last line of defense, stood near a group of veterans, his gaze full of awe and respect as he listened to their tales of valor and courage.