Chapter 163. A Friendly Reunion

The clash of steel and the cries of the wounded reverberated around them. Cyrus’s blade whipped through the air, cutting through the Southern ranks, but even as he fought, fatigue getting into his bones, realization dawned upon him that this was only the beginning.

The cries of despair were getting louder. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic smell of the blood splashing everywhere.

It was raining in Ghysem, but the rain was of blood, sweat and tears.

Moana’s Point of view

The return to the capital was at the same time liberating and torturing, The carriage was bumpy throughout the irregular road surface but this moment freed a tremendous weight off my back. The capital symbolized stability, a certain form of order amidst the destructions which had taken over Ghysem. But I worried what was happening to Theophilus and the people at the new underground place far from where I was. That he should fight to the death to keep us safe was the one thing I adm