Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 55

Chapter 55

They rested at an inn that evening. Both Lightning and Carissa managing a good night’s sleep. Being away from home made her unusually alert. She rose before dawn, washed up, and covered her face with a black cloth before continuing on her journey.

The journey was naturally arduous, made worse by the biting cold that even the cloth couldn’t shield from, roughening her skin considerably.

The previous night at the inn, she had looked into a mirror. Her once smooth skin was now red and almost cracking. She applied camellia oil to prevent it from worsening–it wasn’t about beauty, but avoiding pain.

On the fifth morning of travel, she arrived at the Southern Frontier. The absence of supply convoys on the road along the way troubled her. It meant that the Hell Monarch thought victory was assured, and didn’t need to constantly obtain provisions.

However, there was still a fierce battle ahead.

Upon reaching the Southern Frontier, she inquired and learned that only two cities, llyrian and Simonton, remained unrecovered.

The Hell Monarch had led his troops like a war god and reclaimed 90% of the lost Southern Frontier territory. Only these two cities remained, explaining the absence of supply convoys.

Now, all the Hell Monarch’s forces were focused on llyrian. Once the city was recaptured, they could drive the Sandorian forces back to Simonton. There, they would continue the assault and reclaim the entire

Southern Frontier for Starhaven,

the final push. She pushed Lightning harder, determined to meet the Hell Monarch by

approached the battlefield. The Hell Monarch’s troops were stationed outside llyrian, but the city itself remained unconquered. The devastation she witnessed since entering

there was no time for

into the camp, brandishing her Rose Spear high

Duke of Northwatch! I seek an audience with the commander of the Hell

Lightning burst through their ranks

Sinclair! I have

hoarse voice piercing the night

sound of her voice. Upon hearing her

swiftly, letting her spear hang low, and faced the approaching soldiers who were wearing battered

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Duke of Northwatch. I

weapons. Even the hostility in their eyes disappeared. They watched her with curiosity, but allowed

black steed thundered towards them from the front. It

position. His face was smudged and his beard covered half of it, leaving only a pair of bright eyes shining with visible intensity.

His voice was grave and laced with