The dawn pierced through the clouds, scattering over the earth.
Frost Halberd City gradually receded, as the carriage slowly made its way out of the valley under the layers of knight escorts.
In the distance, flags waved, with Red Tide's red banner like blazing flames, fluttering fiercely in the cold morning wind.
Inside the carriage, it was warm and tranquil.
Emily leaned against a cushion, her hand lightly covering her lower abdomen, eyes closed in rest.
Louis sat next to her, his palm gently clasped with hers, appearing outwardly serene with his eyes closed, as if he were also resting.
In truth, his mind had never truly quieted, organizing the gains from this war.
Louis was not a narcissistic person, but at this moment he had to admit, this aid to the Battle of Frost Halberd had garnered him far more than expected.
