The war was ending. The last remaining enemy fell, its metal frame shuddering before collapsing with a final lifeless thud. And then, as if released from a suffocating grip, a great cheer erupted across the battlefield.
"YAAAAAHHHH!!!"
"WOOOAAAAHHHH!!!"
…
It was not just a celebration, it was a cry of victory that came from the depths of their souls. Voices that had been strained with fear now roared with triumph and hearts that had been heavy with despair now soared with relief.
Some warriors fell to their knees, overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the moment. Others embraced their comrades, gripping each other tightly as if to confirm that they were truly still alive.
Tears flowed freely. Some cried for joy, others for the comrades they had lost.
Despite the gruesome sight of abominations of combined metal and flesh piled in heaps around them, despite the scorched earth and the lingering smell of blood and burnt steel, the Elves were happy. They had won.
