Chapter 426 - Chapter 426: Chapter 403: The Final Echo of War (2/2)

The city walls soared into the clouds, becoming even more majestic against the curtain of rain, every stone telling stories of past glory and change.

Rainwater slowly trickled along the crevices of the walls, gathering into streams and murmuring down ancient drainage channels, leaving mottled marks, witnessing the Royal Capital’s resilience through the storms of time.

Beyond the walls lay a vast land enriched by the light rain, fields, villages, and rivers appeared intermittently through the drizzle, like a finely detailed painting.

An army, symbolizing conquest and destruction, arrived abruptly near the Royal Capital, jarringly out of place in the painting.

Darren remained silent, still gazing at the city that symbolized the supreme power of Cyart.

It bore witness to over one hundred and seventy years of sunrises and sunsets, the coming and going of the seasons, embodying countless dreams and hopes, and had long become an eternal symbol of the nation.

Soon, it would belong to the Fischer family.

A complex wave of emotions surged in Darren’s heart, a mix of victorious joy, a longing for power, and a yearning for the unknown challenges that lay ahead; the blend so intense it felt as if Blazing Fire ignited his chest, every drop of blood boiling within him.

“We’re finally going to win!”

“That’s amazing!”

“The Southern Adley Royal Family will pay a hefty price!”

Standing on this conquered land, the many Extraordinary Exponents within the army looked towards the distance, their eyes sparkling.

Every inch of Cyart had witnessed their bravery and wisdom, their names would be forever engraved in the nation’s history, a sense of accomplishment flooding them, filling them with immense pride and satisfaction.

However, the feelings of Darren and great figures like Aldrich were not limited to mere joy over their victory.

They knew that conquest was just the beginning; the real challenges lay in governing this land, ensuring the people could live and work in peace, and rejuvenating Cyart with new vitality and vigor.

Moreover, in Darren’s heart, there was also a desire to explore the unknown world; he longed to keep moving forward, conquering new lands, facing more challenges, and ultimately ensuring the Fischer family’s name echoed through the heavens!

This longing attracted him like a magnet, compelling him to never stop, to always advance.

The barrier had no intention of rising from the start; the city gates were wide open.

Under the Royal Capital, the atmosphere was tense and solemn; although the drizzle had ceased, the air still thrummed with an indescribable sense of tension and anticipation as the gates of the Imperial City slowly opened with a heavy creak.

This scene signified the official surrender of the Royal Capital to Darren.

On both sides of the gate, the once vigilant guards had now laid down their weapons, their faces etched with helplessness and resignation, their eyes filled with sorrow for their fallen homeland and anxiety for their uncertain future.

From within the gates, an elderly man in resplendent court attire slowly stepped out, his steps heavy, yet his eyes shone with an indomitable dignity.

He held the scepter that symbolized royal authority, representing the entire Imperial City in delivering the act of surrender to Darren.

At this moment, everyone held their breath deeply, the past glory and splendor of the Adley Royal Family seemingly condensed onto the act of surrender, becoming a part of ancient history.

As the ceremony of surrender proceeded, the residents of the Cyart Royal Capital also began to emerge from their homes, bowing their heads in mourning, looking up in contemplation, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

Some wept for the loss of their homeland, while others prayed for the incoming peaceful life.

The disarmed Extraordinary nobility also came out from within the city.

Leading them, the elderly member of the Adley Royal Family lifted his head, fixing his gaze upon the approaching Duke Darren Fischer, and took a deep breath.

He bowed his head, as if suddenly stripped of all his dignity and spirit, and finally uttered the words he most reluctantly harbored in his heart.

“We swear to the Divine, unconditional surrender, complete obedience to all decisions of Her Majesty Queen Peggy…”