Two days later...
When Lyon, commander of the Imperial Army's Azure Dragon Knights, and his deputy Liat arrived, leading their weary troops to the bridge still belching black smoke, they could only stare in stunned disbelief.
The bridge on their route, spanning the great canyon and connecting its two sides across a width of two or three hundred meters, had been reduced to a small section of bridge pier wreathed in wisps of black smoke and scattered sparks.
"..."
As he looked at the burned bridge and the Imperial soldiers lying all around it, groaning in pain, the expression on Lyon's face gradually grew more complicated. One of the Descendants of Light, a legendary figure, an unparalleled general, and the strongest knight on the continent—he had plenty to say.
After his cheek had twitched for a long while, he finally let out a heavy breath. His expression dark, he turned to look at the bridge commander, who stood behind him with his head bowed, looking somewhat nervous. Like the other wounded soldiers, he was wrapped in layer upon layer of bandages.
"Explain!"
"What in the world happened here?"
If the officer in front of him hadn't also been seriously injured, Lyon would probably have been tempted to draw his sword and cut him down.
"Didn't I send word telling you to hold this position at all costs, keep anyone from Karthus City from crossing, and wait for us to arrive?"
"And yet you..."
"Why did you burn the bridge first?!"
Truth be told, Lyon didn't think the bridge absolutely couldn't be burned. But they should have at least waited until his thousand-odd elite troops had crossed first, shouldn't they?
"Reporting to the commander!"
"This bridge..."
"We really, really didn't burn it!"
Seeing that Lyon, one of the four most even-tempered