The sight made something cold twist inside Reymon's chest.
He slowly rose from his seat and walked toward the kneeling man.
When he stopped beside Jin, Reymon looked down at him in silence for a moment, his sharp eyes studying every detail—the trembling hands, the blood-soaked clothes, the dirt-streaked face, the broken spirit.
Then, in a low and steady voice, he asked, "How many?"
Jin didn't answer right away. His lips trembled, and his breathing grew heavier. Then, suddenly, a choked sob escaped him. His voice came out weak and broken.
"My lord… we… we failed," Jin said, his words trembling. Tears rolled down his cheeks and stained the dusty floor beneath him. "All of us failed."
Reymon's expression hardened, but he didn't interrupt. He just stood still, the muscles in his jaw tightening slightly.
