Fiona's POV
Joe supported Tricia while Upton hoisted Reginald onto his back, with Fiona leading their small group forward. The brothers had filled her in on the chaos that erupted at the capital's entrance.
The avalanche had claimed thousands of Valerium fighters, sealing their fate beneath tons of rock and debris. Only a scattered few had escaped the devastation, now huddled together in hiding, desperate to avoid detection by the royal forces.
For now, they remained relatively safe. The royal army had suffered heavy losses too.
But their temporary sanctuary wouldn't hold. Word had spread that the king had returned, which meant it was only a matter of time before he swept the area with his warriors, hunting down any surviving enemies.
"Have you picked up anything else?" Reginald's voice was strained as he rode on Upton's back, his face ashen despite his wounds beginning to mend.
