The battle was over, and the battlefield was thick with the sickening stench of blood.
Shichen breathed slightly, heavily. He looked around at the wreckage and blood covering the ground, feeling a deep sense of emotion regarding the brutality of the fight.
The Knights of the Round Table also put away their weapons one after another. Their armor was splattered with enemy blood, and though their faces carried the fatigue of victory, their eyes revealed unwavering resolve and pride.
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