In the vast hall, there was a moment of silence. The bonfire flickered inside, casting shadows of the two kings, revealing the deepest shadows. The shadows swayed, but the people were silent. King Aweit raised the clay cup and sipped tea quietly. Xiulote gazed at the statue, silently reciting scriptures.
Only after finishing a cup did King Aweit put down the clay cup and speak calmly.
"The Northern Four States Army, during the eastward campaign, suffered heavy casualties. They even handed over a thousand elite Fire Warriors, reaching their limit, unable to continue the consumption. When I return to the capital city, these warriors from the Four States Army will be disbanded and return to their respective states. Of course, the more than ten thousand remaining militia from the Four States Army can be handed over to you to guard the camps or transport provisions."
