"Is that how it happened?" Haboba stood before the floor-to-ceiling window and asked without turning his head.
At that moment, the window was half open, and gusts of wind blew in from outside, lifting the thin curtains before it and brushing them against his body again and again. Haboba paid them no mind.
Only under the caress of the cool breeze could his mind become even slightly clearer.
"Yes, my lord. That is how it happened." The messenger, clad in military attire, was kneeling on one knee. Upon hearing his lord's question, he immediately lowered his head and answered respectfully.
As a trusted subordinate who dealt with the lord often, he could naturally tell that Haboba was in a very bad mood.
In truth, there was no need to listen closely. Anyone with a brain could guess just how foul the lord's mood would be at a time like this.
"We actually failed... We really failed..." As expected, after hearing his subordinate's report, Haboba could no longer maintain his usual composure.
Though he had long seen signs that the battle might be lost and had made some mental preparations, when he truly received the definite news, Haboba still found it hard to accept.
Haboba could not help sighing, his voice still carrying a trace of disbelief. "It's truly unbelievable. They actually had five territories and five False Gods joining forces!"
Haboba shook his head, annoyed at the rash decision he had made back then.
It was precisely because of that rash decision that the territory would suffer a heavy blow!
"My lord, should this news be released..." The messenger raised his head with a troubled expression and asked.
"No! Don't reveal it yet. Let me think this through properly... Right, has our force already retreated to the port city?" Haboba