Return Of The Supreme General

ng in unison as they raised their weapons high into the air. Triumphant cheers of "Long live General Blackmoor!" and "For Drakmont!" rippled through the spars

ruin." His voice grew quieter, but no less commanding, and the men leaned forward as if his words were drawing them closer. Many of these men had been at war for as long as they could remember. Some were barely men when it began, but now stood with hardened faces and scarred bodies. He continued, "The blood you've shed, the pain you've endured-it was not in vain. You've earned peace. You've earned your place in history." "Tonight, I tell you this, you are going home. Back to your families, back to the lives you left behind." The soldiers roared with cheers again, their voices echoing across the camp. Asher raised his hand. "Rest now, men. You've earned it. Dismissed." With a swift salute, they scattered, leaving Asher standing tall, his piercing gaze following them, a quiet pride glinting in his eyes. Asher walked through the camp, his boots sinking slightly into the dirt with each heavy step. At his side was Morgan Reeves, his trusted second-in-command and the only woman in the army. Her eyes never missed a detail, her stance as fierce as the soldiers around them. The war had ended, and it was time to return home. Inside the tent, Asher pulled off his cloak, tossing it onto a chair. "Morgan," he said, his voice firm yet tired. "Pack up. We leave for Drakmont at sunset tomorrow." Morgan, always sharp and quick to respond, raised an eyebrow. "You want me to send word ahead? Let them know we've won? The ruler probably doesn't know yet." "No need," Asher replied with a grin that softened his face. "I want to surprise them. It's been too long. I can't wait to see my wife and parents again." Morgan's eyes narrowed, catching the small shift in his demeanor. She'd never seen him this way-genuinely excited. "You're actually blushing, General?" she teased, her lips curling into a sly grin. "Didn't think that was possible." Asher rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling awkward, but he couldn't hide the truth. "I've missed them more than you know. It's been... too long." His voice cracked slightly, but he cleared his throat and straightened up. Morgan chuckled, the sound echoing in the quiet tent. "I see how it is. The mighty Asher Blackmoor, battle-hardened general, reduced to a lovesick fool ove