Chương 92: Chapter 69 Conclusion

The noonday sunshine was still warm, but the autumn breeze carried a slight chill.

In the light of the sun, scattered weapons gleamed coldly, leaving behind the final sparkles of the samurai. With the breeze came the gently falling yellow leaves, carrying away the silent farewells of many.

The campaign that began at the great Otapan camp, developed by the waiting at the Lerma River, and climaxed with the fierce battle in the mountain encampment, had now come to an end, just like the close of the rainy season. The king and his warriors had all returned to dust.

After a long while, Xiulote silently stepped forward. He gently closed Totec's eyes and, touching the samurai's cold, stiff face, once again smelled the familiar scent of blood and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

Olosh came up from behind and gently patted the young man's shoulder.