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Swen stood calmly, issuing orders to the soldiers. "Take him to Court. In broad daylight, he is accused of treason, a grave crime that must face a fair judgment." The corners of Swen's mouth curled upward, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as if he could already envision Boyev's inevitable downfall.
Upon hearing the word "Court," Boyev's anger flared, and his curses grew more intense. "Damn it! This is a sham! I demand to see my lawyer! I'm not ignorant of the law; what you're doing is a violation of human rights! You can't do this!" His voice was filled with rage and despair, but against the soldiers' firm and relentless grip, his words felt utterly powerless and futile.
Boyev's muscles tensed as he struggled to break free from the soldiers' iron hold. Sweat dripped from his face, veins bulging on his forehead, revealing the full extent of his effort in this fight. However, the soldiers' training allowed them to remain calm and steadfast against every one of Boyev's attempts to escape.
The soldiers mercilessly pulled and pushed Boyev, dragging him forcefully off the ground. He fought back with all his might, but he was outnumbered and could hardly break free. Despair and anger filled him as he realized he had no control over his fate.
Swen watched this scene with a sneer, unfazed by Boyev's struggles. To him, Boyev was already a powerless prisoner; no matter how hard he fought, it was all in vain. His smile grew more cunning, as if mocking Boyev's helplessness and despair.
Ultimately, Boyev was dragged away by the soldiers, his voice echoing across the battlefield filled with shouts and curses that fell on deaf ears. He was pushed toward the path leading to Court, facing an unknown fate that could very well be one of despair.
Wei Dong and God Tone stood silently by, watching Boyev being taken away by the soldiers. Their hearts were heavy because they knew that what awaited Boyev could be a life-or-death trial that would determine his destiny.
Darius observed this scene and turned to Swen with a smirk playing on his lips. "So this is what you’ve been scheming for all along?" His tone carried a hint of mockery, as if he understood Swen's plot.
Swen squinted at the departing Boyev and replied, "Ha! It's not over yet! Let's go! We need to hurry to Court!" His voice held an undeniable command, reflecting his confidence in controlling the situation.
Turning to Wei Dong and God Tone, Swen said, "Wei Dong, God Tone, you two brothers are important witnesses; come along!" His words conveyed trust and reliance on them while underscoring their significance in this event.
Wei Dong and God Tone exchanged glances; though weary, they were resolute. They understood the weight of their responsibility and knew they had to give their all. Thus, they followed Swen and Darius toward Court, embarking on a path that would alter their fates.
The atmosphere was solemn and serious; everyone’s faces reflected contemplation and tension. Boyev's fate seemed sealed, while Wei Dong and God Tone stood as key witnesses to this historical moment about to unfold. They knew that this moment would change everything and that their decisions and actions would play a crucial role in the tide of history.
A troop of soldiers quickly arrived at the front of the hall, lining up in perfect formation. The commanding officer swiftly saluted Swen and Darius, expressing his respect for them. The sudden arrival of the army transformed the atmosphere in front of the hall into one of solemnity and order. The soldiers promptly began their work, systematically clearing the debris from the battlefield and restoring order to the chaotic scene left by the aftermath of war.
Azul stood to the side, witnessing all of this with a sense of shock at the intensity of the recent battle. He had never seen such destructive combat firsthand; the sight before him, filled with devastation, made him acutely aware of the cruelty and ruthlessness of war. His eyes flickered with unease and astonishment as he realized that war could reduce a place to such a state of ruin.
While Azul was still in disbelief, One-Eyed Abang appeared impatient. He patted Azul on the head and shouted, "Hey! Rookie! Stop dawdling and come help!" His voice carried a hint of sternness, revealing his annoyance with the new recruit. Woken from his stupor, Azul hurried over to One-Eyed Abang's side, feeling somewhat embarrassed about his lapse.
One-Eyed Abang pointed to a large boulder nearby, indicating that Azul should help him clear it from the battlefield. Azul immediately complied, joining One-Eyed Abang as they both strained to lift the heavy stone. Sweat dripped from their foreheads, mingling with the shattered rocks and debris around them, creating a unique and striking scene. Though they were on a battlefield, their cooperation was seamless; their actions were not just about clearing away wreckage but also about confronting the consequences of this battle.
As they moved the boulder, their footsteps and heartbeats echoed across the battlefield. Each step was a response to war, a commitment to this world. Although they were new recruits, their actions demonstrated determination and resilience. They infused that persistence into every movement as they progressed toward their goal of clearing the battlefield.
Azul and Abong struggled to toss aside the heavy stones. With a loud thud and a cloud of dust rising around them, they straightened up wearily. Abong opened his single eye wide as he surveyed the chaotic scene around them and couldn't help but exclaim, "Goodness... what on earth happened here?"
His voice sounded particularly desolate in the silence of the battlefield, as if it were a lament for this tragic conflict. Azul's gaze remained fixed on Swen and Darius as they walked away, along with a pair of plump brothers following closely behind them. Their presence seemed to be at the center of this chaos, yet Azul's eyes reflected disbelief and awe.
He felt an overwhelming sense of power and influence emanating from them, stirring within him questions and curiosity about these new Summoners. He whispered to Abong, "Is this what true power looks like for the new Summoners?" This question was not only one of inquiry but also an expression of astonishment at what he had just witnessed.
Upon hearing this, Abong turned to look at him, a glint of appraisal flashing in his eye. The two exchanged glances, reading shared feelings in each other's eyes—these new Summoners would undoubtedly bring significant upheaval.
They both understood that the end of this war did not mean that everything would settle down. On the contrary, it was merely the prologue to an even larger conflict, and these new Summoners would undoubtedly become some of the most important figures on future battlefields. This thought filled them with a deep anxiety because the challenges ahead would be unprecedentedly daunting.
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