Alix steps down from his carriage, his boots pressing into the blood-stained cobblestones of the capital square. The fires from the battle still smolder, but the fighting has ended. His gaze sweeps over the ruined city with calm detachment.
"Let everyone rest for the night," Alix says, his voice steady, carrying across the square. "And take all the gold coins to me."
Kaelen bows deeply, armor rattling. "As you wish, Your Majesty." He immediately turns, barking orders to the nearby captains. Soldiers scatter at once, dragging crates, breaking open vaults, and hauling bags of coins.
Alix raises a hand and the great carriage behind him creaks forward—not from reins or drivers, but as if pulled by unseen strings. It glides across the stone smoothly until it settles in a clear space at the edge of the square. The soldiers stare, silent in awe, but none dare question.
