Chapter 47 Celebrations

• The sweet smell of victory lingered in the air, mixed with the scent of blood and sweat. The celebration around the campfire grew louder as more warriors joined, bottles of battlefield-brewed liquor passing from hand to hand.
• I leaned back against a fallen log, watching as Luna dramatically reenacted her "compelled" moments for everyone's entertainment.
• "And then—" she paused for dramatic effect, swaying slightly from the alcohol, "—I apparently tried to take Sera's head off with a sword!" She mimicked a wild swing that nearly made her lose balance. "Thank the Goddess she has quick reflexes!"