"Then go, Sophie," he said, his voice as cold and calm as ever. "Go back to the kingdom. Leave the aftermath to us. Sylvanna and I will handle it. You need to leave now."
Sophie hesitated, looking at him as if searching for something more—something beyond the stoic mask that Dravis wore. But there was nothing. His expression remained cold, detached, and focused solely on the mission ahead. Finally, she nodded, her gaze softening.
"Alright," she said, her voice steady. "I'll leave this in your hands, Dravis." She paused, her eyes holding his for just a moment longer. "But be careful."
Dravis gave her a curt nod, his eyes never leaving hers. "Always."
Sophie turned, her eyes scanning for her knights. She called out to Sharon, who immediately rushed to her side. The rest of the knights began to gather around them, their expressions filled with exhaustion but also a sense of relief—they had survived.
