A few months had passed, and the snow in the forest had melted away into the river. A few green sprouts were growing on the ground, signaling spring's arrival.
Yuden and his companions had slaughtered hundreds of Gralxs, but the war was yet to end—they refused to surrender. As many Gralxs as they killed, Yuden also lost many of his soldiers, whom he tried his best to guide.
The ash-blonde-haired young man sat on a tree's edge, looking up at the clear blue sky, exhausted. For the first time, he wanted to return home. The battlefield—where he used to find solace—no longer felt like home. Rather, home was where Princess Zahra was. A faint smile formed on his lips as he recalled her bright face, always smiling. The grin on his face soon disappeared when he recalled the glare filled with hatred she had given him, accusing him of being Isaac's murderer.