In the square of Black Stone Town.
"Brothers!"
Raylo said.
The boisterous army fell silent in an instant. All eyes, filled with fervent adoration, converged on him.
"We're home."
There was no rousing speech, no recounting of their glorious deeds—just that one simple sentence.
Yet, those two words held more power than any speech.
The soldiers straightened their backs, the light in their eyes bright enough to pierce the heavens.
"Starting today, the entire army will be divided into three groups for rotating leave! Each group gets ten days!"
Raylo's voice rose.
"Take your military merits and rewards and go home! Go see your parents, your wives, and your children! Tell them that their men are the heroes of Black Stone Territory!"
"ROAR!"
Amid a response that roared like a tidal wave, Raylo turned and strode toward the castle.
The process of arranging the army's leave and resettlement proceeded in an orderly fashion.
