Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

When Rafael saw them, his heart jumped into his throat.

Where had these people suddenly come from? Also, some of them seemed to have average martial arts skills, needing hooks and ropes to scale the high wall. Who were they? What were their intentions for infiltrating the garrison in the dead of night? If these people made a commotion, Rafael's rescue plan would be ruined.

Though the place where Rafael, Everett, and Jacob had landed and hidden was in the shadows, they had to remain quiet, even as these new arrivals moved quickly along the wall and approached their hiding spot.

There wasn't anything Rafael and the others could do about it at this point. The guard change was nearly over, and they had to act swiftly.

Thomas and his group also noticed the three men hiding ahead. But since they were hiding in the shadows and dressed in black clothes, Thomas couldn't tell who they were, even though their faces were not covered.

It was unclear whether these people were friends or foes. However, seeing them move swiftly in the same direction, Thomas and his group were stunned.

Could they be here for the same reason?

But it was unlikely. Although they could no longer make contact with anyone from Starhaven, they knew the new marshal was Oliver.

Thomas knew Oliver well-he was his brother-in-law, a general who had not seen the battlefield for some time, adept at theoretical strategy. That didn't mean he was without skill, but his arrogance and self-interest meant he would choose the less troublesome path when faced with decisions.

When it came to choosing between negotiations and rescues, Oliver would undoubtedly select the former, not both.

his group

was large, with twelve buildings in total. The dungeon was located between Building 11 and Building 12, in a hut that stood alone. From

every area was undergoing a guard

to stealthily approach and assess the number of soldiers at the dungeon entrance. Just as they moved a few steps forward, they bumped into the three figures from

they were now close to the dungeon, lights had been set up around the area. The location where they hid was somewhat dim, as the shadow of a large tree nearby created a shaded spot. Still, the dim light now was better than the previous darkness.

himself had come. His heart raced with excitement. He knew Rafael was the marshal who

only mean one thing-he was

to identify them, though they were all

emotion made him pand

cautiously move closer.

his face. Although he and the Hell Monarch had never fought side by side, they had met several times before. He hoped Rafael would recognize him, so he smiled joyfully at the

was unable to place him. The sight of him smiling tearfully made the prince's mind race with a

high three times a signature gesture of the Sinclair Army. Before every battle, the Sinclair Army soldiers performed this gesture and repeatedly

this gesture, they were moved to tears and mimicked the action. As they raised their fists high three times, they

mounting excitement,

silently mouthed,