บท 1074: The Top of the Mountain - Part 13

And when it was all done, he raised his fist up in the air once again, and once again, the Stormfront men echoed his call, with the loudest cheers that they had delivered that day.

"""AWOOOOO! AWOOOO! AWOOOOO!"""

With that shout, the ground shook, and the winds trembled. That cry must have been heard for miles around, Oliver supposed. It deafened his ears. With its announcement, all knew, whether they wished to or not, that the battle was done, and the Stormfront had gained its victory by the hands of General Karstly.

From the boulder that he stood on, Oliver looked down on his men. He met Verdant's eyes. The ex-priest seemed to be bearing his own look of expectation. "Well, my Lord?" He asked, unable to bear the silence. His enthusiasm, when it was allowed to truly build, was as devastating as one of those tidal waves that the God Bohemothia was famed for delivering.