Chapitre 139: Whispering Wind

As night fell over the embattled city of Cast, the once distant rumble of war had now become a constant, thunderous clamor that echoed through the streets. The Blackstone Empire's forces, relentless in their assault, clashed against the sturdy defenses of Cast, which stood firm like a beacon of resistance.

Inside the city, the wounded were tended to with haste, and the weary defenders took brief, fitful rests before returning to the walls. In the command tent, the council of war, led by Whispering Wind, analyzed the day's events, adjusting strategies to counter the Empire's relentless tactics.

Whispering Wind, her face etched with the fatigue of command, felt the weight of every decision, every life lost in the battle. Yet, in the depths of her exhaustion, Sebastian's spectral presence offered solace. His unseen whispers provided not just strategic guidance but also a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit.