News regarding the battlefield was spread around the Capital quickly, and people couldn't help but gossip and talk about it in the evacuation shelter prepared by the Emperor.
The power of the explosions was too great and everyone could feel the tremor as well as see the dust rising from the battle. It was clear that something had happened, and many people were anxious about what it was.
However, they didn't have time to think about it.
The situation had escalated, and the war was getting worse every day.
"Mom... When will we go home?" A little girl pulled her mother's skirt and asked. Her voice was soft and shaky, and her eyes were filled with tears. "I want to see dad again."
"Shh, don't cry, little one. We will return home soon and see dad." Her mother answered, her expression grim. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew that they had to wait for the situation to calm down before they could leave.
