Noble

"They… retreated?" the Cryptic Sun said, he couldn't believe his eyes. After all, though they weren't actually winning the skirmish they had the numbers. A little push and they could have even won.

But unfortunately for him, the Rakshasa retreated. Whatever ordered the Rakshasa to retreat ruined his plans.

The Blue Sun on the other hand was happy almost jubilant. But she had to keep some forms of decorum and not gloat.

The Darkest Sun kept displaying what he was seeing and hearing.

"Let's leave now that they withdrew," Dao Shen spoke. "We don't know what happened but I don't think we should be wasting more time."

"Dao Shen's right, let's go," Shen Bao said as he ordered his puppets, "We're marching at full sprint."