Unfortunately, it's useless to me, Rod thought with regret.
As Horus carefully placed the ashes into the Red Stone casket, he no longer had any doubts about the King's words, his withered face brimming with ecstatic joy.
"This is simply a miracle! We now have one less massive threat, Trolian is under much less pressure, and the Fire Hall can spare more troops to deal with threats everywhere."
He clenched his fists and pressed them to his chest, praying earnestly.
"May the Holy Fire protect us."
The King said with a smile, "The Holy Fire indeed shelters us. Since the crisis in the Trident River Region was perfectly resolved, our situation has been continually improving, hidden dangers are being eliminated, and the advancements of our armies are smoother, easing the crises in the regions as we unleash our power."
A dry smile crossed Horus's parched face.
"Yes, my King, what comforts me the most is that Alan can finally rest after his fierce battles."
