Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 56

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Carissa followed Rafael on horseback, glancing at the campfires spaced every few steps. Her heart sank at what she observed.

The Southern Frontier originally had three hundred thousand soldiers, with another hundred thousand seconded from Victory Pass, totaling four hundred thousand soldiers. From her observations, however, not even half of those numbers were left.

Rafael had marched through twenty–three cities, reclaiming all but two. It was clear many soldiers had sacrificed their lives.

Outside the command tent, vanguards and lieutenants stood on either side. Their armor was worn, their faces weather–beaten, and their beards unkempt.

A few generals stood a short distance away from the main tent. Carissa recognized one of them- Timothy Farrell, an old comrade of her father’s. He had even held her as a child.

Timothy strode up and stopped before Carissa. He studied her face, then said excitedly, “Carissa Sinclair? Is that you?”

“Timothy!” Carissa’s eyes stung.

away. Seeing Carissa reminded him of Hector and

approached, their eyes

Sinclair, how is your mother’s

pain in her heart, and

quickly. “I have important matters to discuss

stood tall outside the main tent, his imposing figure casting a shadow over Carissa. In his usual commanding tone, he ordered,

tent flap, and entered. Carissa tightened her grip on

barely warmer than outside, in the center stood a table with maps

bedding that had turned dirty gray, tainted with the

or stools. A mat was laid beside the sand table. Rafael sat down first, his posture somewhat

said curtly, “about this important military intelligence you

lowered her spear, and looked into

three hundred thousand soldiers from Westhaven have entered Sandoria, wearing Sandorian soldiers‘ armor. They’re heading

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I recall you went to the Pathfinders Guild. Is