The members of the Alliance dragged their heavy, scarred bodies along the return journey, struggling every step of the way. Xu Tiancai was filled with regret and self-reproach, acutely aware that allowing the Dark Pope's soul to escape was akin to feeding a tiger that would return to bite them, making the future all the more perilous and unpredictable. A'gang was also covered in wounds, his clothes soaked in blood, yet he still gripped his Battle Axe tightly. Determination shone in his gaze as he walked with steady, powerful strides, as if declaring to the world that pain could not defeat him. Lin's face was pale, the Wind Element flickering weakly around her; the excessive use of magic had left her nearly exhausted, and she could only press forward with the support of the Ice Princess. Though bone-tired herself, the Ice Princess steadfastly held Lin up, a look of calm and resolve in her eyes as she remained constantly vigilant against any dangers that might lurk around them. The Man in White lay unconscious from severe injuries, carried on the back of a Shadow Hunter; his breathing was faint, his life like a candle flickering in the wind, liable to be snuffed out at any moment.
When they finally returned to the Alliance Camp, an immediate uproar broke out. Soldiers crowded around them, their eyes filled with deep concern and worry. Medical Mages quickly sprang into action, carrying the wounded into the medical tents where the lights of various healing spells flickered and i…
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