Chapter 9: The Fall of the Overlord

After Grand Rapids, with Henry Nash under his command, Harrison gave Samuel Young no chance to recover.

The pressure was relentless, every move calculated. Young fought valiantly, but the odds were stacked against him.

With Henry Nash alone, Samuel Young was already hard-pressed.

Add the Champion General, and even a reborn war god couldn’t prevail.

Soon after Grand Rapids,

Henry Nash’s 'back to the river' battle wiped out Jonathan Long.

With Long dead, Samuel Young’s decline was clear.

Young’s subsequent moves were all within Henry Nash and Harrison’s calculations.

The siege at Galesburg, 'New York songs from all sides'—the same script played out again for this born war god.

The only difference was this time, he couldn’t enter Washington and become the Overlord.

This proud, peerless warrior finally led his remaining guards to the bank of the Wolf River.

The river flowed quietly, the moonlight shimmering on the water. Young stood tall, his men gathered around, the end near.

Harrison, viewing history, couldn’t bear to let such a brave man die in vain.

His courage reminded Harrison of Marcus Taylor.

So he offered Samuel Young a way out—if he would submit, Harrison would make him a general, equal to Henry Nash.

But Samuel Young, the former Overlord of New York, for all his flaws, had indelible courage and pride.

Thus, at Wolf River, this tall, powerful man shouted: "Eight thousand sons of the East died by my hand—if I surrender, how could I face the people of the East!"

He then took his sword and cut his own throat.

The men watched in stunned silence, the sacrifice and honor seared into their memories.

Harrison ordered that no one disturb Young’s body.

He personally viewed Young’s remains—the self-inflicted wound was deep to the bone, nearly severing his neck.

"Posthumously grant him the title Overlord of New York, and give him a grand burial."

Though he was executed as a rebel, this posthumous title was not according to ritual.

But Harrison chose to honor him with his former glory.

The people of Chicago, who had seen Young’s bravery, did not object.

The funeral was grand, the city mourning a worthy adversary. Harrison stood at the graveside, hat in hand, eyes glistening with respect.

With Young’s fall, the chaos in Chicago was completely pacified.

The city breathed a sigh of relief, the streets quiet, the future uncertain but hopeful.