Chương 481: The Long Lost Tale (Part XXXIII)*

Time passed by, but the storm continued raging overnight.

It was already morning, but Alex was still sitting on the bench outside Abigail's small house, with her in his arms. The two of them used to sit there quietly and watch the sky. But this time, none of them were looking up anymore. 

Once Alex's army caught up and also arrived at the foot of the Black Dragon Hill, they saw their master still grieving, and they could only watch until Alex's generals and the witch approached him.

The witch could tell that Alexander's spirit was entirely broken, and no word could ever make him feel better anymore. However, she needed to speak and tell him to let her go.

"Your highness," she started, "please let her go now. You have to let her rest now, your highness."