Chapter 86: Weaklings

The awakened didn't stop apologizing no matter what Edward said.

Edward let out a slow breath, his body still emanating traces of that unstable energy, but his eyes were calm, composed, as always.

He looked at the awakened man and the soldiers standing behind him, their faces lined with exhaustion and uncertainty.

Some were still injured, others barely managing to stay on their feet.

"It's fine," Edward said, his voice steady despite everything we had just gone through. "What matters is that some of you are still standing. Alive and here. That's enough."

Beth scoffed. Loudly.

I turned to her, already feeling the storm brewing in her sharp gaze.

Arms crossed, her posture screamed irritation, like she couldn't stand the very air around her.

"You're all weak," she said bluntly, her voice cutting through the tense silence.

"Private Beth—" I started, but she wasn't done.