"What?! Owen has brought people here?!"
The entire hall fell silent as everyone turned their wide-eyed gaze toward the kneeling guard commander, utterly shocked.
It had only been a day or two since the frontline army had suffered a devastating defeat, and Owen had already crossed the border between the two countries?
How could he have moved so quickly?
Even the Kyrik King, who had been sitting steadily on the dragon throne, changed his expression slightly.
He abruptly stood up, his eyes fixed urgently on the guard commander. "Where exactly is Owen now?"
The guard commander hurriedly bowed his head and replied, "In...in the sky!"
The hearts of everyone in the hall skipped a beat, and they quickly looked up toward the sky outside the hall.
At that moment, the setting sun painted the sky red like blood.
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