The battlefield was filled with mixed emotions.
Catherine, Billford, and Diline, who were hurrying behind Siana and Seid, felt a deep sense of despair.
Siana, on the other hand, was elated, brimming with confidence in her impending victory.
Seid, however, was filled with regret and a faint sadness.
"Stop that, Master!" Siana ordered Carl once more.
But this time, her voice lacked the rich, honey-like quality it had before.
It was merely her original voice now.
She had too many orders to give Carl in this short moment. Rather than mumbling multiple commands, she intended to engrave a curse of obedience upon him just once.
First, they would stop Jaren, seize control of the battlefield, and then massacre all the Tumaris prisoners.
Carl would accept death, regain the power of the book and the black tongue, and then they would go to war once again with Carl leading at the forefront.
In Siana's mind, she envisioned the burning landscape of Tumari.
