บท 622: 621. The Pope Speaks

Sylvester soon felt the strong winds hitting him in the face. On the back of the undead dragon, they made their way back toward the Holy Land.

Still conscious, Sylvester looked behind at the distant mountains, "Has Mount Primis been completely destroyed?"

"Yes, it fell towards the south just as we were retreating. It will take some time for the region to heal itself," Emperor Raz replied. "But you won—That's great." 

Sylvester nodded, humming a reply, and rested to heal his wounds. By the time they would return, he reckoned there wouldn't be any need for medical aid, "I didn't win, Raz. I lost in a way that's hard to comprehend—More than me, I'd say Sol lost even more. Mistakes were made, wounds were inflicted and never mended."