As the cacophony of steel, stone, snarls, and hisses sounded in the distance — from above, a few wretches, spaced from each other according to their weak hearts and how quick and decisive their betrayals were, ran desperately on fours.
Jia was good with directions.
She knew exactly where the drawbridge was.
Her emotions were a mess, but overall, she felt that her decision was right.
She kept telling herself that the operation was doomed from the start and that Caleb was wrong for not calling the retreat immediately.
Must she die due to his incompetence?
If she were to die, then she would do so on her own terms, not by following the orders of someone younger.
The youngsters were bold and hotheaded. It was only natural that they would make mistakes.
With such thoughts, Jia justified her actions to herself.
What she did was wise.
Furthermore, if they succeeded, she could always beg for forgiveness, no?
