Chapter 77

Sweat mixed with blood streamed down from Carissa's face, and in the freezing weather, it quickly turned into ice. The heat hadn't even faded before the cold had seeped into her bones.

“Carissa…” Bun panted heavily, frost clinging to his eyelashes. “Shouldn’t we help them? Aren’t we just going to stay here and guard the supply depot?”

“Orders are orders. We’ve been told to guard the supply depot, so we guard it,” Carissa replied, leaning against the wall.

Though she was wearing golden armor, she had been stabbed in her arm twice. There was no bleeding or pain, but it left her feeling cold and uncomfortable.

She glanced at her companions, all of whom were injured and their armor in tatters. It had been a ruthless battle.

“Is everyone okay?” she asked, concerned.

Violet waved her hand weakly, too exhausted to speak.

The sight of the fallen around them—some enemy, some comrades—was deeply distressing.

The enemy forces continued their assault. Carissa sprang to her feet, and shout