Chapter 407: Bond

Tristan was standing on the balcony in his room on the second floor of the Vanyar royal palace, staring at the hall that looked very full due to the refugees from the Arcadia Kingdom. The wounds they received were not only imprinted on their bodies and skin, but also mentally on those who were not prepared to lose their homes like that.

Tristan's body trembled as he tried to contain the overwhelming emotions in his mind.

Seeing Arcadia's people fall in the hall below made Tristan's heart ache. He never thought that the space knights would still be able to defeat the special forces of his country, much less the cooperation of those space knights and Asgardians.

Tristan gripped the sturdy marble railing of the balcony in front of him. Due to the amount of strength he gripped it with, his hardened hands had managed to create a slight crack in the rock.

"This should have never happened," he muttered in a trembling voice.