The atmosphere near the border gates was far quieter compared to the chaos from before.
Massive walls stood firmly beneath the evening sky while guards continued their patrols along the reinforced watchtowers. Workers moved in and out of the gates carrying supplies, weapons, and beast carcasses gathered from nearby hunting groups. Compared to the disasters that nearly consumed the border town weeks ago, the place now looked almost stable.
Almost peaceful.
And because of that—
The Holy Kingdom forces had finally decided to leave.
Several Holy Knights prepared the remaining carriages while checking equipment one last time before departure. Horses were tied properly beside supply wagons while priests quietly discussed routes toward the next checkpoint.
Frazanna stood near the front group while observing the town walls silently.
