Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Three shadowy figures flew out swiftly.

In truth, there was no opportune moment for their plan. The area around the small hut was lit, not bright as daylight, but sufficient to see any object or person's movement. With over a hundred pairs of eyes watching, it didn't matter how fast or skilled they were. They would eventually have to stand in front of the small hut, break the door down, and enter the dungeon.

Once they were in the dungeon, they would be trapped with no way out.

Having previously scouted the area, Rafael and Everett were aware of this situation. Their plan was to have Everett and Jacob engage the guards while Rafael rescued the prisoner from the dungeon.

After rescuing him, Rafael would quickly transfer him to Dylan, then return to help Everett and Jacob escape. With Thomas and his group joining in, there would be even more people to distract the guards.

Rafael darted straight for the small hut's iron door. Breaking through was no easy task, but the prince wielded his golden sword, Sunstrike, a blade so sharp it could slice through iron. The sword weighed twenty-eight pounds but was exceptionally sharp.

He infused his inner force into the blade and struck the door several times. The iron door was cleaved open, and with a powerful kick, Rafael forced it ajar. He glanced back to see Everett guarding the doorway with a long blade while Jacob had already engaged with the heavily armed guards.

Rafael wasn't worried about his master, but was concerned about Jacob. Though Jacob's martial arts skills weren't the best, his agility was exceptional. So, he simply needed to use his Lightfoot Skill to tire the enemies and wait for a chance to strike back. However, it was still a dangerous task.

One last glance revealed that Thomas and his group had also burst out. Rafael sighed with relief. With so many people involved, they could guard the iron door and prevent others from entering. This gave him confidence that he could rescue the prisoner from the dungeon.

this garrison was essentially an underground chamber and tunnel system, built strategically for emergencies. If the war between the kingdoms spread and Sandoria fell, it could serve as a refuge or hiding place for the commanding

single path containing at least a hundred secret chambers. The

in one of the chambers in the third tunnel. The distinct smell of blood was one reason, but another sign was the door. Unlike the others, which were wooden, this one was made of iron. The entire tunnel system was unguarded. With so many guards stationed outside, there was no need for additional sentries inside the tunnels. If someone had managed to breach through the heavy outer defenses, it would have been pointless to station guards further in.

who had

knocked on the iron door

Army is

to rescue

there is

Army, please respond."

moment of silence, the breathing inside grew rapid, and a weak voice

iron chains securing the door and

hanging by his hands, his feet not touching the ground. His body was a mess of

clothes doing little

marks and burns

so swollen and battered it

Rafael cut through