Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

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Three shadowy figures flew out swiftly.

In truth, there was no opportune moment for their plan. The area around the small hut was lit, not bright as daylight, but sufficient to see any object or person's movement. With over a hundred pairs of eyes watching, it didn't matter how fast or skilled they were. They would eventually have to stand in front of the small hut, break the door down, and enter the dungeon.

Once they were in the dungeon, they would be trapped with no way out.

Having previously scouted the area, Rafael and Everett were aware of this situation. Their plan was to have Everett and Jacob engage the guards while Rafael rescued the prisoner from the dungeon.

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After rescuing him, Rafael would quickly transfer him to Dylan, then return to help Everett and Jacob escape. With Thomas and his group joining in, there would be even more people to distract the guards.

Rafael darted straight for the small hut's iron door. Breaking through was no easy task, but the prince wielded his golden sword, Sunstrike, a blade so sharp it could slice through iron. The sword weighed twenty-eight pounds but was exceptionally sharp.

He infused his inner force into the blade and struck the door several times. The iron door was cleaved open, and with a powerful kick, Rafael forced it ajar. He glanced back to see Everett guarding the doorway with a long blade while Jacob had already engaged with the heavily armed guards.

Rafael wasn't worried about his master, but was concerned about Jacob. Though Jacob's martial arts skills weren't the best, his agility was exceptional. So, he simply needed to use his Lightfoot Skill to tire the enemies and wait for a chance to strike back. However, it was still a dangerous task.

One last glance revealed that Thomas and his group had also burst out. Rafael sighed with relief. With so many people involved, they could guard the iron door and prevent others from entering. This gave him confidence that he could rescue the prisoner from the dungeon.

The dungeon in this garrison was essentially an underground chamber and tunnel system, built strategically for emergencies. If the war between the kingdoms spread and Sandoria fell, it could serve as a refuge or hiding place for the commanding officers. Rafael had underestimated the complexity of these tunnels and chambers. Down in the lower levels, the tunnels were a maze, with a single path containing at least a hundred secret chambers. The garrison itself wasn't this large, so it was clear they had dug into other areas to expand the area.

Despite the complexity, Rafael followed the scent of blood and found the prisoner in one of the chambers in the third tunnel. The distinct smell of blood was one reason, but another sign was the door. Unlike the others, which were wooden, this one was made of iron. The entire tunnel system was unguarded. With so many guards stationed outside, there was no need for additional sentries inside the tunnels. If someone had managed to breach through the heavy outer defenses, it would have been pointless to station guards further in. Rafael also detected a faint breath from within, confirming that someone was indeed inside.

Not knowing who had been captured, he knocked on the iron door and called out, "The Sinclair Army is s here to rescue you. If anybody in there is from the Sinclair Army, please respond." After a moment of silence, the breathing inside grew rapid, and a weak voice eked out, "Yes... I am..." Rafael hacked through the iron chains securing the door and kicked it open.

Inside the chamber, he saw a bloodied figure hanging by his hands, his feet not touching the ground. His body was a mess of bruises and wounds, with his tattered clothes doing little towelthehin marks and burns allover him. His face was so swollen and battered it was impossible to tell who he was.

When Rafael cut through the chains

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holding the man's hands, he collapsed to the ground. As theprince helped him up, he noticed the NO man's knees were bleeding. It dearly was a serious injury that made it difficult for him to move. "I'm Rafael. What's your name?" Rafael asked, observing the man's cracked, blistered lips.

Despite being of similar height as the prince, the man was incredibly light, a testament to the severe torment he had endured. "Law..." he choked out in a raspy and strained voice, as if he had a fire burning in his throat.

He gripped Rafael's sleeve tightly, his eyes wide with concern. "Are they... safe?" Rafael felt a lump in his throat. "They're safe. We're here to rescue you." "That's... good..." The man's words trailed off as his hands fell limp and his eyes slowly closed.

Alarmed, Rafael quickly checked the man's pulse and breathing. He was relieved to was ved to find that he was still alive. After hoisting him onto his back, Rafael hurried to get them both out. RULE #1 choose married women They have reason to keep things secret, as do you.

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