The majestic closing ceremony came to an end beneath the echoing blast of imperial horns and a rain of golden petals showering the plaza. Following the official announcements and the cheers of the crowd, the leaders of the various delegations began to disperse to prepare for their journeys back to their respective territories.
The blind monk walked over to the couple, leaning on his staff of mystic wood. He offered a respectful bow with his palms pressed together against his chest.
"It has been an honor to share the battlefield with you, Your Excellency," said the blind monk in a serene voice. "I sense our paths will cross again very soon. I wish you a prosperous journey."
"Safe travels, monk," replied Ethan, nodding calmly. "Make sure you take good care of those eyes."
The monk offered a faint, knowing smile before turning away and vanishing peacefully into the surging crowd.
