Whilst the rest of Acairè is burning along with a few town's people who have no idea what implies the ringing of the bell and warriors who have died from their own weapons, there in the throne room of the palace, a princess sitting in the throne impatiently waits for the Queen to come.
What a devastation there is when the barricade exploded. Now, an immeasurable disaster nobody can ever fathom has come once more. It's as if murdering hundreds of laborers wasn't enough that they had to burn towns and villages.
Acairè's kingdom, a domineering and strong kingdom with a young ruler whose wisdom and goodness came from her father, is now facing a tremendous amount of suffering.
But such a kingdom is powerless to this Princess who has finally revealed herself after many years of scrutinizing every bit of Shaoghal, a place she has longed to destroy.
Such joy to her just seeing Shaoghal, the biggest territory there is in its nearby lands, fall into nothing but suffering.
Ever since she has fully understood her identity for who she truly is and what she can do, there will be no one to stop her.
Princess Mureden, a princess of Nushra, a land southeast of Shaoghal, is young devious, and menacing but has what seems to have a soft shell — her gaze shouts danger but gestures and actions are demure and are gracefully delicate. Almost like an ethereal beauty incarnate.
The Princess inhaled sitting on the throne trying to smell the glory of the palace.
"I can just smell the whole kingdom becoming a grave." She snickered melodiously as she roams her eyes around imagining what would it look like when everything burns down. It would be a perfect sight to look at, wouldn't it?
In so much grief, Queen Vana cried 'NOOO!' as she applies pressure, squeezing her heels and calves to speed up and lengthen her horse.
Her emotions weakened but her mobility intensified. Where did it all go wrong?
In just a span of breath every town they were passing through already looks unstoppable.
She trails a dead silence and not even a single sound of pain like it almost implies the popping and roaring blaze of the fire has ended it.
"Is anybody here!" she exclaimed trembling and anxiously hoping for a response.
"Queen Vana we need to get away from here!" Dreeyan helplessly tries to drag the Queen to safety.
He worries if she heard a single human sound, she would dive into hell without hesitation.
But as the Queen in extreme agony is looking for survivors, the Princess of Nushra was already anticipating the Queen's return to the palace.
The fire doesn't seem to be anywhere near calming down.
Every town her trail passes are hopeless, she almost even fell on her horse seeing multiple bodies shot with arrows — her warriors in heat and soaked in their own blood.
The Queen is confused. How can such a horrific situation ever happen?
Did she judge Shaoghal wrong? Has it really become one with evil? She cried in her thoughts. Did her brother change so much over the course of the separation of territory?
Indeed the Queen would in nowhere ever known such involvement of a princess occurred.
Ryvna and Von are on their feet running with all their might looking for their horses that seem to be not in anywhere near the field.
To where do those horses gallop in themselves?
Seconds after eyeing every edge of the field they were giving up.
"Where are those bloody horses!" Von uttered almost tearful.
"Will we ever make it?... we have to find Sir Philip... " She said grasping her every breath.
"Let's make a run for it. We can't just stay here," he suggested as he stopped looking by the pile of rock debris, a little elevated to the ground. He waited for Ryvna to respond as she went her way looking for any horses at all.
"Ryvna!" he shouted while chasing after her. Sir Von It'll be better to be sprinting on foot towards the castle and maybe they can find some horses along the way.
They are going to be exhausted very quickly.
"Let's go." she finally responded and continued walking.
And so they did go, but even before they submerged themselves into the woods, Ryvna almost choke on her breath as she saw a helpless body laying on the ground unconscious.
When she saw the sword the person was gripping, immediately, with no hesitation, he left Von and reroutes herself towards the person she well knows of.
She kneeled to the ground tapping his cheeks, shakes his body, and cried for his name.
"Sir Philip!" a scream of fear Ryvna has let out.
"Gad, this is Philip!" Von said worried as he saw blood freshly stained on his side.