While Kamille and Rise were on their way to subdue their noble's army, the war was entering an intense stage.
Over a week since they left, the other side seemed to be getting impatient already. It was just expected, as the commander was unstable, and so it was inevitable that they would immediately go into a final decisive battle.
"Is there still no news from Rise?" Niftan's exhausted voice rang inside the makeshift meeting room. It was a rare time when he was not fighting on the front lines.
Just a day ago, the other side began their aggressive offensive as though enraged by something. Halwyn had pointed out that Rise and Kamille's actions might have been noticed by the other party.
Anyone in this room was aware of their plan.
Zarilan gently shook his head; his appearance was no different from others. In just a few days, he seemed to have aged by a decade. It was not only due to exhaustion but also because of constantly exceeding his limit.
