Warning: Triggering chapter.
The door of the study shut behind Elliott, and he was yet to wipe off the victorious smile he had on his face. The day had come with a significant loss, having witnessed the fall of over two thousand of his fit soldiers at the hands of one man. Yes, he had a smile because, in the end, he stood with his head held high while the enemy was now chained behind bars.
A great deal of his army had fallen in the last few weeks, and it made him question a lot of things, but he still had the numbers, and he was also hoping to receive more trained soldiers from the east tomorrow. He had written them after the first attack a few weeks ago, requesting support, and they had written back with a promise to send over their support of over a thousand men immediately.
With the
