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.

as he nodded, then he turned away. Seeing Carissa

comrades approached, their eyes slightly

Sinclair, how is your mother’s health?

sharp pain in her heart, and tears nearly

important matters to discuss with His Highness. We’ll catch up

Carissa. In his usual commanding tone, he ordered, “If

Carissa

tent was chilly, barely warmer than outside, in the center stood

tainted with the scent of blood and

stools. A mat was laid beside the sand table. Rafael sat down first, his posture somewhat peculiar–not cross–legged, but with one leg stretched out

curtly, “about this important

spear, and

three hundred thousand soldiers from Westhaven have entered Sandoria, wearing

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intelligence? I recall you went to the Pathfinders Guild. Is she also from the same

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