"Lady Seraphina..." General Alexander's tone remained surprisingly composed despite the tension in the air. Rosalind had expected him to attempt to pacify the Lady, but his next words were far from soothing. "Please close your mouth."
Rosalind blinked, exchanging a quick glance with Lucas. Memories from her past life flooded her mind; she knew this General would survive the initial months of the war, only to meet his end in the second wave of enemy attacks. The turning point of the war in Sloryn, where he had miraculously survived an ambush, had become the stuff of legends.
Although Rosalind's rebirth had altered the course of history and spared Sloryn from the devastating war, she couldn't alter the General's fate. It was akin to the tragic death of her friend Milith, whom she had tried to save in vain.
With the impending war against Korusta on the horizon, Rosalind couldn't help but wonder about the fate of this young General. The uncertainty weighed heavily on her heart.
