Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 555

Louis abruptly pushed Felix away, and scrutinized him closely. He looked different from before, but Louis recognized him.

Tears mixed with laughter on Louis' face. "You've aged, and you look so ugly now. How did you become like this?"

"Don't just focus on your reunion. Check on our other brethren," Rafael gasped, his hands trembling uncontrollably. Lawrence had been laid on the ground after being taken off Rafael's back, but he still hadn't woken up despite their attempts.

Louis and Timothy looked at the eleven surviving men, tears welling up in their eyes. It was such a relief to see so many of them alive.

But Lawrence's condition was critical, and no one present had medical expertise. The only option was to continue crushing and administering the medicinal pills.

Everett was at a loss. Although he was skilled in bloodletting and purging, Lawrence's problem wasn't internal injuries. His condition was due to pus-filled wounds causing a high fever, which was very dangerous.

Suddenly, a roar from below echoed in the air—"Get up there!"

Victor had arrived with his men. But given the steep cliff, it was uncertain how many of them could manage to climb up.

"This is Sandoria territory! Those who trespass shall die!"

"Let's go!" Rafael struggled to his feet. Casting a final glance at the enraged Victor below, he calmly commanded, "Let's retreat quickly."

Let Victor and his men come up. They wouldn't be able to bring up many people, anyway. After all, Rafael and his group had already uprooted most of the small trees.

"Hell Monarch!" Victor roared at him, "You Starhavens are cunning. Instead of negotiating, you resort to dirty tricks?"

Rafael responded in Sandorian, "When you and your people invaded the Southern Frontier, you didn't negotiate with us either."

He raised his hand. "Victor, may we never meet again!"

Then, Rafael straightened up and slowly started walking away. Soon, Victor's and his men's figures vanish from view.

Rafael's shoulders sagged, utterly exhausted. His arms felt like they were no longer his own, and he couldn't coordinate his legs.

Louis carried Lawrence on his back, while Timothy insisted on carrying Thomas. The latter's severe back injury had likely reopened. Thomas had truly struggled to the end before Timothy and the others arrived.