"Everyone, please follow me. I'll take you to a place to rest."
Alka nodded.
He walked out with Chadite and the others.
Outside, the air was thick with the scent of blood, a stench that no amount of floral fragrance could conceal. Severed limbs and chunks of flesh were scattered everywhere. However, the soldiers who had survived now stood up, fully intact. They dispersed, picking up what remained of their fallen comrades. Alka and the others glanced briefly, unable to bear the sight, and turned their heads away.
Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder. Lucilia dropped down from a flying construct in the sky, landing on his shoulder near his ear. Then she handed Alka the Xuan she was holding.
"I don't know what's wrong with her; she's been sleeping constantly."
Alka looked at Xuan in his palm. "Don't worry, she's just submerged in the Dream Realm."
Simon, who was sitting outside, saw Alka's group emerge and quickly hurried over to them.
"Are you all okay in there?"
