An army of seven thousand troops mounted on horseback travelled across the dark, damp mud. The races of battle and Asura's berserk flame linger in the once-green woodland. Now, a place of death and silence.
"Amalia, how long ago did the battle end?"
Lorem's sharp gaze, keen and observant, watched the distance as she looked out the window of her carriage. They had passed the city of Lyndwrym the day before and were now travelling through the ruined wasteland that used to be part of the southern monster kingdoms.
'Asura will be angry—however, I couldn't help it. The enemy outnumbers his troops far too much, and I couldn't let him fight alone, even if it might cause international issues.' The selflessness in Lorem's decision was clear: a sacrifice she would make for the greater good.
She held a hand over her stomach with a bitter smile. The day before, their caravan could sense a clash of both armies from this distance, and thus Lorem increased their pace.
