Cylia and Sara arrived at Youra's western area.
There, Yarjak was leading a small army against the enemies.
"Yarjak!" Sara yelled delighted, once she saw her brother.
"Sara...? And Mother...?!"
The three reunited at their temporary base camp. Just a little further away from that camp were the frontlines but Yarjak decided to take a small break after being there since the start of the invasion.
Furthermore, the mood in the camp was not exactly bright.
It was visible on his face as he had eye bags and suffered from a little dehydration after forgetting to take a small break during all the fights. But fortunately, he was not critically injured and had only light bruises and shallow cut wounds.
"What's the current situation here?" Cylia demanded sternly.
Yarjak looked down.
"We're at a stalemate. Neither are we pushing the enemies back nor are we getting pushed back." he explained bitterly.
"I see."
