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."

Do you want to

voices buzzed in Aurora's ears. Her face burned with embarrassment and shame, and she felt a surge of anger. She wiped the blood from her lips, suppressed the boiling rage inside her,

you knew I was watching from the city tower. You deliberately staged the performance for me so that I would

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

you are? Did I ask

twisted with fury as she shouted at Violet. Violet was momentarily stunned, but was

grabbed Violet's whip

rage. "Cari, let me

to shout at her like that

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,

humiliation. "Let go of me! I don't care if she's a general or a marshal! I'm

boiling

to

lashed out with the whip, creating a deep crack in the ground that extended all the way to the campfire stand. With

that, she

others to follow Violet to