they　followed　the　village　leader　to　the　outskirts　of　the　village，　where　a　group　of　villagers　had　gathered　around　a　figure　lying　on　the　ground.　as　they　pushed　through　the　crowd，　sukie’s　breath　caught　in　her　throat.　the　figure　was　a　soldier，　badly　injured　and　barely　conscious.

“he　stumbled　into　the　village　this　morning，”　the　village　leader　explained.　“he　kept　asking　for　you.”

han　fengling　knelt　beside　the　soldier，　his　expression　grim.　“what　happened　to　you?　who　did　this?”

the　soldier　coughed，　his　voice　weak.　“the　dark　lord…　he’s　planning　an　attack.　he　has　a　new　weapon，　something　powerful.　you　have　to　stop　him…　before　it’s　too　late.”

sukie’s　heart　raced.　“where　is　he　planning　to　attack?”

the　soldier’s　eyes　flickered，　his　strength　fading.　“the　capital…　he　wants　to　take　the　capital.”

with　those　words，　the　soldier’s　eyes　closed，　and　he　went　still.　han　fengling　stood，　his　jaw　set　in　determination.　“we　need　to　get　to　the　capital.　

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