Adelaide's POV
I slipped into the royal archives, shielded by Frostfang's stealth cloak.
It masked my scent and muffled my steps, allowing me to glide through the high-security area like a wraith.
No need to search—the Bloodscar Campaign reports were neatly arranged on the upper shelf of the left oak bookcase.
I retreated to a dim corner of the archive room and, by faint light, began reviewing the dispatches one by one.
By the time I finished the last report, my blood felt frozen, and a bone-chilling dread spread through me.
Tears welled up uncontrollably, blurring my vision.
Ulrik and Velda, as reinforcements, rushed to the Bloodscar Border and plunged into the fray.
Their inexperience on the battlefield soon became apparent.
In the first battle, my uncle lunged to save Ulrik, hi
