Chapter 105 Sleep, Beloved

• Back in the palace of Ransia, the lower level was in a frenzy. Blood-soaked Ransian soldiers picked and hobbled their way past healers and servants rushing to help the wounded who had been laid on the floor.
• More injured were brought in as Naomi and Thalia made their way through. The entire place stank of blood and death.
• "Have you seen—?" she started to ask a passing servant when she sighted Chief Malon crouched over a whimpering soldier.