"The city has been stabilized. They'll hold it for now… Let's go." Tyler said.
The living fortress of entwined trees continued to pulse behind them, roots tightening around stone and iron, branches reinforcing cracked battlements. The defenders had regained their footing. The wall would not fall today.
Kaeya gave a quiet nod. She was kneeling beside a wounded soldier, pressing a glowing palm against his shoulder as gentle light seeped into torn flesh. Her healing arts were steady, precise, controlled despite the chaos only minutes before.
When she finished, she rose and wiped the sweat from her brow.
"According to Demon General Gailo," she said thoughtfully, "he'll lead us, right?"
Tyler adjusted his cloak and glanced toward the distant horizon beyond the battlefield. "That's what he claimed before leaving. He said he would guide us once we crossed into the occupied territories."
"And you trust him?"
