Neland

Chapter 6

As the sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Demion stood atop a small hill overlooking the battlefield. His heart swelled with pride at the sight of his men, weary but victorious, as they gathered the spoils of war and prepared to head back to Anatolia.

Turning to his trusted aids, Alex, Orion, Kelvin, and Zamiel, Demion spoke, "We've done well yesterday, but we must remain vigilant. The enemy may still be lurking nearby. Let us gather our belongings and make haste back to Anatolia."

The men nodded, their faces grim with the knowledge that the journey ahead would not be an easy one. They quickly gathered what they could carry and began the long trek back to their town.

"Sir, are you alright?" Alex's voice broke through Demion's reverie.

"Yes, just thinking about the ones we've lost on the battle " Demion replied with a solemn smile. " It still weighs me deeply ."

With a smile Alex assures him of their lost comrades sacrifice which wasn't wasted that he should be rest assured of their souls being with God and the prayers for many more victories in battle.

The men marched on, their spirits lifted by the thought of returning to their loved ones. As they neared Neland a town Nemulia , the familiar sights and sounds of home greeted them, filling them with a sense of relief and joy.

The streets of Nemulia were lined with cheering townspeople as Demion and his men made their way through the town. The sound of drums and trumpets filled the air, creating a festive atmosphere.

We will be staying here today before heading to Anatolia " Demion said to his aids and soilders ". Prepare tomorrow will be a long day so rest .

Pointing to his four trusted men to follow him.As they reached the town square, Demion was greeted by the town elders, who thanked him profusely for his bravery and leadership.Because of the indirect saving of the town people too. Demion accepted their praise humbly, knowing that none of this would have been possible without the unwavering loyalty and dedication of his men.

As night fell, the town square was transformed into a lively celebration, with food, drink, and music flowing freely. With the soilders celebrating and sharing stories of battles won and lost with the town people