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Three days after the defeat of the Dark Lord, a festive atmosphere filled the air as the world celebrated this momentous occasion. However, in River Town, where the final battle had taken place, and among the people of Gondolin who had remained indifferent to the war, there was no such revelry.
In the midst of this, Pen Town was adorned with golden threads, vibrant lanterns, and an array of dazzling fireworks that illuminated the daytime sky. The townsfolk didn't mind the unusual timing and enthusiastically set off thousands of firecrackers and fireworks, rejoicing in the triumph of their beloved Lord Noah over the Dark Lord.
Distinguished figures and leaders from all corners of the realm arrived at Pen Town to partake in the grand celebration hosted by Noah at his opulent residence, Winston Manor. The manor itself was a sight to behold, bedecked with colorful lights, shimmering lanterns, and intricately woven golden decorations. The entrance to the manor was lined with a red carpet, where people eagerly gathered, their cheers resounding like thunderclaps.
Amidst the jubilant atmosphere, Olivia Palmer, hailed as one of the heroes for her courageous efforts to thwart the Dark Lord, arrived in her carriage. The carriage gracefully made its way through the sea of people, who stood on either side of the red carpet, offering their cheers and adoration.
undefinedOutside the walls of Winston Manor, the townsfolk of Pen Town had congregated, eagerly awaiting glimpses of the illustrious guests and the festivities unfolding within. Their excitement was palpable as they cheered and applauded, their joy reverberating through the air.
As Olivia gracefully alighted from her carriage, the enthusiastic crowd erupted into a chorus of cheers. Clad in a resplendent red gown befitting the grand occasion, she waved graciously at the adoring onlookers before making her way into the magnificent Winston Manor.
Inside the manor, the atmosphere was nothing short of captivating. The grand hall, adorned with opulent decorations, exuded an aura of regality. Crystal chandeliers bathed the space in a warm and inviting glow, casting shimmering reflections upon the gilded walls. Elaborate tapestries depicting scenes of valor and triumph adorned the halls, adding an air of historical significance to the surroundings.
Olivia followed the elegantly adorned corridors, guided by the gentle melodies of live music that floated through the air. The sound of joyful conversations filled the spaces as she navigated her way towards the grand hall, where the esteemed guests had gathered.
As she entered the grand hall, her presence commanded attention. World leaders, including King Bredia, Noah's cousin Andrews, Yasmine Winston, Noah's sister Sabrina Winston, and Andrews' wife, Princess Katherine, daughter of King Bredia, were in attendance. Princess Katherine's two children added a touch of youthful exuberance to the gathering.
The grand hall itself was a spectacle to behold. Lavish draperies adorned the walls, complementing the majestic artwork displayed throughout. The long dining tables were adorned with exquisite floral arrangements and fine silverware, promising a feast fit for kings. The air was filled with an intoxicating blend of tantalizing aromas from the meticulously prepared dishes, teasing the senses and whetting the appetite.
Amidst the mingling guests, Olivia greeted familiar faces with warmth and grace, exchanging pleasantries and sharing in the collective joy of this momentous occasion.
As Olivia entered the manor, she was greeted by Neela, one of Noah's trusted allies and an esteemed member of his elite guard. Neela approached Olivia with a respectful nod.
"Lady Olivia, Lord Noah is waiting for you," Neela informed her.
Understanding the purpose of their meeting, Olivia nodded in acknowledgement. She and Neela both knew that their destination lay deep within the labyrinthine corridors of Winston Manor.
"Lead the way," Olivia gestured, following Neela as they discreetly slipped away from the bustling crowd. They ventured through hidden passages and descended a gloomy staircase, their footsteps echoing in the somber silence. The path to the dungeon prison felt ominous, with dimly lit torches casting flickering shadows along the cold stone walls.
Reaching the entrance of the dungeon, Neela revealed a nondescript brown door concealed behind an illusion. With a simple motion, the door swung open, revealing the bleak confines that awaited them. The air grew heavy as they entered, the atmosphere thick with a sense of captivity.
Within the dungeon, Olivia's eyes fell upon Noah, who stood before a row of glass tubes, each containing a captive individual. Among them was Ricky, her former lover, confined within a special cage designed specifically to hold the Dark Lord's surviving subordinates. A sigh escaped Olivia's lips as she observed his unconscious form.
The glass tubes contained other prominent subordinates of the Dark Lord, including Adelia Wraith, Maxine, Tiberius, Titus, Optimus, and Trista. They remained motionless, unaware of their impending fate at the hands of Noah.
"Noah," Olivia greeted him as he turned to face her.
Noah's face bore the evidence of the intense battle he had endured. Bruises marred his features, and a walking cane supported his weakened body. The strain of wielding the god killing arrows and the wounds inflicted by the Dark Lord's dark flames had taken their toll.
"I thought you should have a final opportunity to see Ricky before we carry out their sentence," Noah explained, his voice tinged with a mix of determination and weariness.
Neela observed Olivia's shocked expression, sensing the turmoil within her.
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"Sentence? Noah, I believed we were planning to imprison them," Olivia responded, her voice betraying her deep-seated astonishment.
Noah's gaze held a resolute conviction as he spoke.
"I do not wish to subject them to the cruelty of the Skyhall. Handing them over would only result in prolonged suffering. What I offer is a swift and painless end, sparing them from a lifetime of torment for the crimes committed by the Dark Lord," Noah explained, his words filled with a somber gravity.
Olivia's lips parted to voice her objections, but her words faltered before they could escape. She realized that Noah's perspective held a painful truth she couldn't deny. Though her heart ached for Ricky and she longed for Noah to spare him, she understood the difficult choices he had to make. In the grand scheme of things, a swift death was a merciful alternative compared to the cruelties the Skyhall would inflict upon them.
With a heavy heart, Olivia approached the glass cage containing Ricky, her hand tenderly pressed against the cold surface.
"Ricky, you should have left Ghost when you had the chance. We could have built a future together," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Concerned for the fate of the remaining Dark Lord's subordinates, Olivia turned her attention to Noah, seeking answers.
"What about the others, Noah?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.
Noah's response was resolute yet tinged with a sense of understanding.
"The undead and vampires have been confined within a separate pocket dimension, under the care of the Skyhall. As for the remaining subordinates, they are scattered and without leadership. We will track them down in due time," Neela interjected, offering a response to Olivia's question.
Eager to uncover the fate of her dear friend, Olivia voiced her concerns regarding Eve Voldiguard, the Dark Lord's closest ally.
"And what of Eve?" Olivia's voice trembled with a mix of curiosity and sadness. She had noticed Eve's absence from the glass cages, and her heart yearned to know her friend's fate.
Neela's response held no trace of sympathy, displaying her unwavering resolve.
"Eve chose to take her own life. It seems the Dark Lord had entrusted her with a potent poison, to be used as a last resort in case of capture," Neela revealed, her tone betraying no mercy for Eve. In Neela's eyes, the Dark Lord's subordinates held no value, and their actions warranted no compassion.
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