"Iron Gate Town is lost, and Qila Castle is also lost?" Jilo, who was training soldiers here, widened his eyes upon hearing the news. "Doesn't that mean..."
"Except for Xia Lvcheng and Damp Dock, there's no stronghold to defend, so our front line will be quite fragile." Horn explained while washing away the sweat from his travels with clean water.
"Holy Father." Jilo was silent for a moment before drawing a symbol on his forehead. "What should we do then?"
"Enough time, we need enough time to wait for the support from the Falan people to arrive. Until then, Xia Lvcheng must hold on as much as possible..." Horn dried his face with a towel, took a deep breath, and walked towards the door.
His location was an unremarkable monastery outside of Rapids City, yet it gathered nearly a thousand "students."
Looking out from the window, one could even see the climbing wall and crawling net used for training.
