After calming down, the face beneath the mask returned to serenity, casting a glance at the battlefield still in chaos, not lingering, then turned and headed back.
Walking straight through the camps, amidst the admiring gazes of countless wounded warriors, she arrived at the command center.
Here was only a simple three-story building; Kalanis stepped inside.
There were no guards at the entrance, nor any need for declaration; she simply walked in.
At this moment, a figure dressed in a black gown, hair seemingly floating underwater, stood with elegance, nobility, and mystery, staring at the map on the wall.
Silent but evoking a sense of pleasing majesty.
Firina, the flower of the Northern Territory, the absolute command of Lorand City, the reliance of millions.
"Miss Kalanis... Have you just met Lord Lear?"
Firina turned her head, slightly curious, looking at the lady obscured by a mask, whose aura made her admire deeply.
This was a pure warrior.
