His sword's light pierced through the overseer's back, blood splattering on the armor.
"Fifth Legion, heed the order, full retreat!! Protect the Second Prince!!"
However, their retreat direction was not to support the Second Prince, but to rush toward the nobility district, to plunder, to seize wealth, exploiting the instability to the fullest.
The frontline of the Eighth Legion was suddenly isolated and helpless.
In front was Kaelin's vengeful army and the dragonblood youth, on the left the defected Eleventh Legion, on the right the Fifth Legion leaving chaos under the guise of retreat.
The commander of the Eighth Legion slowly turned his head, looking towards the palace tower, his eyes revealing despair.
"Your Highness... please grant us a miracle..."
But the tower was empty. Not even a shadow of a person.
Duke Raymond rode through the rain, his armor shimmering with a cold silver under the lightning.
