It had been a few centuries since Khygnos had handed her the position of the Supreme General, and Sylvana was grateful to her.
Things have taken a turn for the worse in Ayindril, and it was as if her family had lost their will to live, especially her second mother.
The thought of her second mother made her stomach churn as the feeling of guilt welled up inside her.
'If only was I wiser, then big brother...'
The timely arrival of the new set of paperwork cut off her thoughts as she drowned herself in her work.
Unknown to her, Khygnos and Antariskh discreetly kept an eye on her.
"Thank you, aunty, as I cannot express my gratitude for helping her in her time of need."
Khygnos waved her off as she spoke, "There no need to thank me, it is trying times for your family."
Antariskh nodded as Khygnos continued, "How is sister Nuwa?"
"Not good she looks dead than alive."
"I see."
