Bab 211: The Celebration and the Prelude to the Military Shopping System

The sun had begun to rise over Akarios Island, casting a warm glow on a scene that had been marked by devastation just hours before. The beach was no longer filled with the sounds of battle but with the soft murmurs of life returning to normal. Coalition soldiers moved slowly, some still in shock, others visibly relieved that the day had finally come when they could celebrate a victory instead of mourn a loss.

Vincent stood at the command tent, watching the horizon as the first light touched the water. His body ached, each movement a reminder of the fierce battle they had fought. Yet, despite the soreness, there was a calm in the air that he hadn't felt in weeks. The adrenaline of war was giving way to the quiet realization of triumph.

"Sir Vincent!" called Brandt. His uniform was freshly cleaned, and his expression was no longer one of worry but of joy. "The troops are gathering near the main campfire. The elves and dwarves have prepared a celebration in our honor."