Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 56

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Carissa followed Rafael on horseback, glancing at the campfires spaced every few steps. Her heart sank at what she observed.

The Southern Frontier originally had three hundred thousand soldiers, with another hundred thousand seconded from Victory Pass, totaling four hundred thousand soldiers. From her observations, however, not even half of those numbers were left.

Rafael had marched through twenty-three cities, reclaiming all but two. It was clear many soldiers had sacrificed their lives.

Outside the command tent, vanguards and lieutenants stood on either side. Their armor was worn, their faces weather-beaten, and their beards unkempt.

A few generals stood a short distance away from the main tent. Carissa recognized one of them- Timothy Farrell, an old comrade of her father's. He had even held her as a child.

Timothy strode up and stopped before Carissa. He studied her face, then said excitedly, "Carissa Sinclair? Is that you?"

"Timothy!" Carissa's eyes stung.

slightly as he nodded, then he turned away. Seeing Carissa reminded him of Hector and the six

of Hector's former comrades approached, their

is your

in her heart, and

have important matters to discuss with His Highness. We'll catch up later,

have military intelligence to share, come inside and report it." He lifted the tent flap, and entered. Carissa tightened her grip

center

were discarded blood-stained bandages. There were no chairs or stools. A mat was laid beside the sand table. Rafael sat down first, his posture somewhat peculiar-not cross-legged,

spear, and looked into

three hundred thousand soldiers from Westhaven have entered Sandoria, wearing Sandorian soldiers' armor.

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recall you went to the Pathfinders Guild. Is she also

is reliable. While the exact number of soldiers may vary, three hundred thousand is a minimum estimate, but

at her. "Why not report directly