Acker returned to the Xylos military camp in an extremely miserable state while several Divine Knights followed closely behind him with equally grim expressions, and the moment the guards stationed outside saw blood covering his armor and cracks running across his weapon, they immediately realized that something terrible had happened on the battlefield.
The news spread quickly throughout the camp.
Before long, Acker entered the main command barracks where several high-ranking commanders and Saint Realm experts were already gathered around a large strategy table covered with maps and reports.
The moment they saw him walk in, many of them frowned.
One elderly commander stood up immediately.
"Acker."
"What happened?"
"You failed the mission?"
Another Saint narrowed his eyes after noticing the blood still dripping from Acker's arm.
"You are even injured."
"Who managed to push you into such a state?"
Acker remained silent for a few moments.
