As the sun began to set, the festivities of the grand festival slowly came to an end. People started to pack up their tents and stalls, exchanging warm goodbyes with their friends and families. The air was filled with a bittersweet feeling, as they all knew that they would soon have to return to the reality of the ongoing war.

King Norgard and Queen Ardenia, who had spent most of their time together during the festival, bid each other farewell. They both knew that the war would continue, and that they would have to go back to leading their armies in battle. But for a moment, they had forgotten about their enmity and had enjoyed each other's company like old friends.

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As the people started to leave, the kingdom slowly became quieter. The once-lively streets were now empty, except for the occasional soldier on patrol. The moon, now high in the sky, illuminated the darkened streets, casting a pale glow over the empty tents and booths.

Despite the temporary peace, both armies were preparing for another battle. The war had taken its toll on both sides, and the casualties were mounting. But even in the midst of such devastation, hope still burned in the hearts of the soldiers. They knew that the end of the war would come eventually, and they were willing to fight until that day arrived.

As the last of the festival-goers left, the kingdom fell silent once more. The moon continued to shine brightly in the sky, a constant reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope.