Though it was still early, many Warriors in the Resistance Army's fortress were already hauling crates of supplies out of the underground warehouses. Weapons, food, and daily necessities were being transported outside the fortress.
It seemed Solren had been organizing the evacuation through the night.
Westheid nodded at the sight. He hadn't gone far before he ran into Yolanda.
The girl, beautiful as a Fairy, stood ramrod straight against the wall. Her silky, platinum-blonde hair seemed to glow with a noble, exquisite beauty in the dim light.
Her slender figure and cold, sharp aura, combined with her dead-serious, porcelain-fair face, made her seem like an untouchable flower blooming on a high peak.
Even leaning against the wall, she inevitably became the center of attention.
"Yolanda, how long have you been standing here?"
"Not long."
Yolanda replied coolly. Seeing Westheid's thoughtful expression, she thought he had gotten the wrong idea and clarified:
