She loves you (extra-long chapter-please subscribe)

Without question, the fierce battle between the two Chosen of Mystra and the multitude of creatures from the Shadowfell completely shattered the silence of the small border city of Tifanton.

Both the blinding light produced by evocation magic and the tremendous energy unleashed by exploding silver fire could dispel the omnipresent darkness to some extent.

Many of the city's surviving inhabitants rushed out of the houses where they had hidden, following those lights in a headlong flight toward the outskirts.

Quite a few were pounced on and killed by shadow creatures as they fled, only to become one of them.

Most, however, successfully escaped and were taken in and protected by the Kingdom of Cormyr's army waiting outside.

Naturally, the Zhentarim spies and those affiliated with the City of Shade were not so fortunate.

The senior members of the Harpers who had also remained outside could clearly identify them quickly.

And so, without exception, these people were arrested, awaiting Greya's return before their fate was decided.

However, the female officer commanding the troops felt that, given the ruthless conduct their prince had displayed throughout his suppression of the rebellion, their chances of survival were practically zero.

Although he neither delighted in nor obsessed over slaughter, and would even generously pardon ordinary soldiers and commoners loyal to the nobles, allowing them to join his army, he never showed mercy when dealing with the nobles responsible and their diehard followers.

Sometimes an entire castle would be slaughtered to the last inhabitant, from its master to its servants—even the hunting dogs were killed along with them. He truly left nothing behind.

No amount of desperate, hoarse pleading could produce the slightest change in the Dark Prince's expression.

It was precisely this heartfelt indifference and contempt for life that drove many young women in