The King ordered the troops to stop before he ventured forward with Benjamin and Miles to the campsite.
"Your Majesty, if General Hawk’s man were indeed ambushed and killed by the people from the Church, then would you still continue to carry out our attack on Geallore?" Miles suddenly asked.
"Of course." The King breathed calmly before nodding firmly. "It’s not right for us to stop suddenly now that we’re already halfway through our journey."
Meanwhile, Benjamin studied his environment with a frown on his face.
Soon, they arrived at the front of the campsite. From the outside, the campsite looked desolate. Some of the tents were destroyed and scattered on the ground, surrounded by broken weapons. A torn flag fluttered sadly in the wind.
Aside from the fact that there were no bodies, the place did look like a post-battle campsite.
"Is there really nothing left?" The King does not look pleased.
