In recent days, the Royal City seemed wrapped in silent anxiety, with even the slightest sound able to jangle nerves.
At that moment, a rush of urgent footsteps rapidly approached, shattering the silence within the hall.
A dust-covered official hurriedly strode into the hall, bowed, and spoke directly, "Your Majesty! An urgent message from the front line! The Spirit Awakening Sect's army has broken through the Holy Hall, achieving a great victory!"
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere within the grand hall seemed to freeze for a moment.
Then, as if a frozen river had suddenly thawed, the oppressive atmosphere dissipated with a crash.
The Queen on the throne, whose lips had been tightly pursed, slightly parted them to reveal a delighted smile, "Good! Just good enough…."
She softly repeated, as if it were a joy of surviving a great ordeal.
