A smooth journe

Gazing upon the lifeless corpses strewn among the shattered bones, Limon felt a pang of melancholy stir within his heart. With a barely perceptible sigh, he uttered a simple command: "Let us return."

Without further ado, he pivoted on his heel and set off in the direction from whence he had come.

In his wake, the mercenaries clustered around Sestan exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and gratitude as they watched Limon's retreating form.

Qina was among their number. Thanks to Limon's watchful protection, she had emerged from the fray unscathed.

In contrast to her fallen and wounded comrades, Qina was indeed fortunate. She was well aware of the source of her good fortune, and as she regarded Limon's departing figure, her eyes held more than just simple gratitude; there was a glimmer of something deeper, something more profound.