The Grand Hall of Vyndra stood tall and regal in the center of the city, its gleaming architecture a stark contrast to the ruins of the battle-ravaged streets that surrounded it. After days of fighting and surviving against the Quun invasion, the hall had become a symbol of resilience for the Partheon people, and tonight, it was the center of celebration.
Ethan stepped through the grand entrance with Prella, Vala, and Nova by his side, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. For the first time since arriving on Vyndra, the tension in his shoulders loosened. The battle was over, and the city had been saved. Now it was time to enjoy the victory.