Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

The Mystic Army was now utterly impressed with Carissa, particularly Michael.

He could see the formidable nature of Carissa's move. She had shattered the wooden staff into many pieces, and they had all been perfectly aligned. There was a subtle but powerful technique hidden within her inner force. Among all the flying wooden shards, only the one that landed on his neck was light.

As the sun set and darkness enveloped the land, the campfire cast its glow over the gradually dispersing soldiers. They chattered excitedly about Carissa's technique.

"That staff shattered into pieces right on the spot! It was incredible-almost like magic!"

"She's truly worthy of being the late General Sinclair's daughter. She's amazing!"

"I told you, if she hadn't made real achievements on the battlefield, how could she have risen to the rank of a fifth-ranked general?"

"You shameless idiot! You were the loudest back then! You even made a fuss and tried to protest to the marshal. If I hadn't dragged you away, you're the one who'd get lashed."

"Hey, come on! I was just believing what General Yates said. She claimed General Sinclair was on the battlefield to avenge a marriage insult, wanting to outdo everyone and make General Warren regret his decision."

"To be honest, I think General Yates is a bit shameless-spreading rumors and making righteous accusations against General Sinclair before the fight even started."

up! Do you want to

surge of anger. She wiped the blood from her lips, suppressed the boiling rage inside her, and

Michael challenged you, you knew I was watching from the city tower. You deliberately staged the performance for me

cold voice cut in from the side, "Staged a performance for you? Who do you think

you are? Did I ask for your

Violet was momentarily stunned,

Violet's whip with one

seething with rage. "Cari, let

dared to shout at her like

her arms around Violet's waist and pulling Violet back. "She's a general. We can't show disrespect. The marshal is strict with his troops, and we need to fight alongside Carissa

don't care if she's a general or a marshal! I'm going to shit on her

boiling

it to Violet. "Violet Spencer! Go back for

crack in the ground that extended all the way to the campfire stand.

that, she

and the others to follow Violet to prevent