Alastair stood silently before the decimated barracks of the capital city. It was enveloped by crimson flames and was crumbling into rubble. Shrouded by dust and ashen smoke, it was surrounded by thousands of bodies. The mountain of cold-blooded corpses of its defenders. From such a sight, it was clear what the kingdom had lost.
She looked around with a calm expression plastered on her face. She was thinking about her future steps as it was clear that the defenders of the barracks had already died. Therefore, it was better for her to walk towards where the imperial army stood and finish this so she could go home.
But even then, Alastair remembered the words of the old man.
