The Order of the Dark Knights remained behind as Jax and Orianna left the military compound. The sounds of the soldiers beginning their recovery quickly returned to the training grounds.
They became to remove their armor and collect their weapons, and, as Orianna had predicted, conversations about the battle.
Jax could already imagine what the next few weeks would look like. Probably more training and more refinement of their craft.
He found the thought amusing. For perhaps the first time since becoming Demon King, he had a group of warriors specifically designed to operate around him.
It was very useful, but there were other matters waiting.
Jax walked through the streets of Aeternum Noctis, hands comfortably tucked into his pockets. The morning had fully arrived.
The crimson-violet sky above the Demon Capital had brightened considerably, and the city was now completely awake.
