ALPHA XAVIER POV

As our weary band finally reached the gates of Wolfshade, we were greeted with a tumultuous uproar—a cacophony of cheers and jubilant celebrations that echoed through the streets. The city gave us a victor's welcome, singing and dancing, laying flowers and ribbons on the road. Despite the warm welcome, however, the weariness of our journey weighed heavily upon us, our bodies aching with exhaustion and fatigue.

With great effort, I dismounted from my horse, the pain of each movement a stark reminder of the battles we had fought and the sacrifices we had made. My companions, too, showed signs of weariness, their faces drawn and their spirits...