In the hallway, where the atmosphere was still tense.
Barely audible sounds of talking traveled from the Hall of Heroes, but it could not be heard distinctly outside of the hall.
Thales was already so tired that he did not have the strength to summon the Sin of Hell's River.
Nicholas who was supporting Mirk, released his grip on him and allowing him to rest on his own. With a pained gaze, the latter stared at the female warrior on the stretcher amid the Black Sand Region crowd.
"Commander!" Lord Justin of the White Blade Guards walked up. He looked at the Star Killer with a face filled with surprise. "You have been missing since last night, how…"
"Ah, Justin." Nicholas looked dispirited. He waved his hand at his deputy commander in the distance. "You've done very well—at least you've guarded the Royal Court and left us with a chance of survival."
Justin appeared stunned.
