The air within the Murim Alliance encampment was brimming with dense tension. Alliance warriors were moving with purpose, they were checking weapons, and whispering loudly amongst themselves. Some of them were taking wary glances at Seo Ryung and the villagers, as well as the battle worn orphans who had somehow managed to survive the chaos.
Seo Ryung was tightening the bandage around his arm, he was watching as Ae-rin was sitting by the fire, while absently sharpening her dagger. On the other hand, Jin Mu was eating, but his hands were shaking. The exhaustion from the battle was getting to them.
They were not soldiers.
At least, not yet.
A shadow had suddenly gone over them.
"You all look like you are about to fall apart."
Seo Ryung turned around to see that Commander Ji Seol-Hwa was standing there, with her arms crossed.
Ae-rin let out an exhale. "Nice to see you too, Commander."
