"What did you say?"
Having just rotated out for a rest, Miranda leaned on her sword, kneeling on one knee, and asked Conmuto, who had come to deliver the order, in disbelief:
"Retreat? Now?"
She struggled to regulate her breathing, looking around: The Royal Guards were all signaling to each other with gestures or whispers, many with faces showing equal surprise, but for most, the expression was fleeting, and they orderly retreated on command.
"What about the enemy?"
Miranda looked toward the center of the battlefield: Following Tuledo's command, the four elites surrounding Losang began to retreat at the same time.
Losang II had a moment to catch his breath, but with another command from Tuledo, Nate Neeshe—who had been ordered to stand by for far too long and was therefore brimming with anger—leapt into the fray with a roar, his sword flashing like a rainbow!
"Clang!"
Losang narrowly parried this sword strike, but Neeshe's second attack followed immediately, relentless!
