Zee Min's army marched slowly. All the soldiers walked with a defeated gait. They only clashed one time against the enemy's force and lost terribly in that clash. They were not given the chance to avenge their defeat and already had to retreat. This was no different from them getting defeated a second time.
Almost all soldiers walked with their heads drooped. The march, silent as a funeral procession, carried a heavy gloom. If it were any other time, Zee Min would have tried to lift their spirit, but she didn't have the drive to do that because her own morale was at its lowest.
This total silence was disrupted by the sound of shouting from the rear. Those at the rear looked back and saw a Khode Soldier on a steed running toward them. He was shouting about something, but they couldn't understand because he was too far away. Suddenly, he jerked and fell from his horse.
