Gabriel and Serpahina stepped out of the abandoned building and onto the battlefield, and the moment he appeared in the open, the last bits of resistance in the Eastern lines broke. The Eastern camp fighters looked around, searching for Dominic, but there was no one with Gabriel.
No words needed to be said for them to understand what had transpired inside. One by one, weapons fell, rifles placed down with trembling care, spears sliding from tired palms, blades tossed aside because nobody wanted to be the last idiot still holding steel.
Broken Dawn soldiers moved in and took control fast, kicking weapons away, separating groups, forcing the Eastern survivors to kneel in rows, and the Eastern captains who had been shouting earlier now kept quiet, staring at the dirt with hollow faces. A few tried to speak to their men, but even their voices sounded weak, and when they saw Broken Dawn's core members standing firm, they understood that surrender was the only option left.
