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Sierra moved to the stairs, her booted feet stepping on the bloody path as she looks for anyone who could be still alive from the ton who lays on the ground. It is essential that they get to have a survivor for questioning. "We have many fallen men. This attack seemed to be the last of the rebels, exerting everything they have to kill the King today." "There are no survivors from them, then?" Ragar asked which Brandon merely answered with a shrug. Among these people, it would be difficult to search for someone who is still breathing and hanging on for dear life. She glanced at the three men who still stood by the main door and are looking down at her as if she is foolish to make effort on finding something that is beyond hope. "There would be no more attacks?" "My messenger said there