An Unexpected Report

The chilling darkness of the night enveloped the atmosphere. From afar, the sharp, hollow sounds of the warhorses' hooves were heard as they clopped the ground. Their legs were muddled with dirt as their riders loped into the camp. The petrichor smell of the earth rose as the group passed through the main gate.

"Welcome back, commander!"

A cordial welcome greeted him and his team when Kyren's heavy boots landed on the murky land. Luke stood before the knights and soldiers of the camp, bowing to the grand duke.

The aid team leapt down their warhorses, following the commander's steps, and handed the reins to the squires waiting on the sidelines.

Looking at Luke, who held a severe expression with tightened jaws, the prince anticipated that he was about to convey some unpleasant news.