When the massive body of the Lord of the Gray Swamp came to a complete stop, the battlefield fell into a brief silence.
The sounds of the wind, the gasps for breath, the creaking of the winches—all seemed to vanish in that instant.
Everyone stared blankly at the colossal beast before them, fallen like a mountain, unable to believe they had actually succeeded.
'We... won?'
A few seconds later, a soldier dropped his weapon and let out a cheer.
"We did it—!"
Then, joy spread across the soldiers' faces. They gazed at the high-level Magical Beast, a creature they had only heard of in legends, and their emotions erupted like a volcano. Cheers swept across the entire Withered Tree Beach.
"We won! We won!"
"Heavens! We actually captured a Level 5 Magical Beast!"
Finally, all the voices merged into a single cry— "Long live the lord!"
Ola and Barrett exchanged a look from afar, both seeing the immense relief in the other's eyes.
