Grandma Mo watched the explosion within the enemy lines, her heart aching for the knights. They have sworn loyalty to the emperor and chose to remain as such until the end. However, even with the aid from above, the fallen beings were still immortal.
"Please retreat, Grandma Mo," said Saint Ai beside her as she grabbed her arm. "You already said there is nothing you can do in this situation. Standing in the front lines is dangerous."
"My life holds little value," said Grandma Mo with her eyes fixated on the emperor. "If I die, no one will bat an eye. Let me be, Saint."
"I know more than one person would be sad to lose you," said Saint Ai with a smile. "You still have two grandkids and a son, right?"
"My son and granddaughter are right here. As for my grandchild… I wish he never participates in this battle. I prefer that he is dead somewhere than coming over to this place."