For the first time on the Sentinel Line, fear, depression, agony, and dread had been transformed into joy and laughter as the armies of the Empire and the cultivators of the Hundred Sky Mountains danced and sang together.
Long tables stretched as far as the eye could see, laden with every delicacy the Western Continent had to offer, placed parallel to the walls where soldiers drank themselves into a stupor on booze and the hard-earned victory of the long war against the demons.
It was the end of the second day since the war had concluded and the feast had begun. The Emperor was scheduled to arrive early the very next morning.
"Hahahaha! Even offering thanks to the heavens a thousand times wouldn't be enough for blessing us with a King like His Majesty and a Prince like the Lightning God!" one of the Thunderbanes exclaimed, completely drunk as he danced with a bottle in his hand.
