Farewell King Von
As the sun set over the war-torn landscape, the nation of Wecristan's forces arrived at the desolate location where the battle had raged just minutes before. The once-vibrant fields were now a sea of destruction, scarred by the violence that had consumed them. The soldiers gazed in shock at the devastation before them, their faces etched with a mix of disbelief and sorrow.
Amidst the solemn atmosphere, a hush fell over the crowd as a regal figure approached the heart of the destruction. It was King Von himself, his expression a mixture of grief and determination. He moved through the wreckage, his footsteps heavy with the weight of responsibility. His eyes took in the shattered rocks, the fallen trees, and the memories of Damon's face just kept crossing his vision.