The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 551

Chapter 551: Chapter 551 Going Back Home

Mary stepped in as well, helping direct the effort so the carcasses of the dead wild animals and monsters would not be left to rot in the open.

That could not be allowed.

Not here, especially not when the North was already struggling with plague.

A pile of dead bodies left unattended would become a breeding ground for disease. Insects would spread it. The wind could carry it. Before long, sickness would follow.

So Mary ordered the warriors to dig a pit, drag the carcasses inside, and burn them properly before burying the charred remains.

By the time Mary and the other warriors finished sweeping the battlefield clean, Archmage Elric and his circle had already completed the teleportation portal leading to the borders of the Royal Capital.

Wasting no time, Elric made his way toward Addison, who was returning with Maxwell and Zion to check on their progress, and they met halfway across the field. "Princess, the portal is ready. We can open it at any moment," he reported, breath slightly uneven as he steadied himself against his staff, the strain of the spell still clinging to him.

"Archmage Elric, are you alright?" Addison asked, concern softening her voice as she took in his pallor, the strain etched across his features.

"I’ll manage," Archmage Elric replied with a faint chuckle, though the weariness beneath it was unmistakable. "I pushed myself a little too far this time, but worry not. Once we return to the Royal Capital, I’ll have all the time I need to rest. I only need to endure a while longer." His fingers drifted through his long beard as he spoke, a quiet gesture meant to steady both himself and her concern.

"That’s good to hear. Rest for now, I’ll see to the preparations and have everyone ready to cross the portal," Addison said with a small nod, her gaze shifting to Maxwell and Zion as she motioned for them to stand down. "You two have done enough. You’ve held the line, so leave the rest to me."

"Baby, let me help," Zion replied, his hand settling briefly on her shoulder, steady and reassuring. "More hands mean we finish faster." His voice carried a quiet insistence; though fatigue tugged at him, it hadn’t broken him.

They had lingered in the West far too long; every moment mattered now, and the sooner they returned to the capital, the better for them all.

Seeing that Zion had no intention of standing idle, Addison turned to Maxwell, only to find the same resolve mirrored in his eyes. With a quiet exhale, she relented. "Alright then. Oversee the warriors and the Alphas, have the field cleared, everything secured, and the people lined up for transport. We leave in fifteen."

At her command, Zion and Maxwell nodded without hesitation and moved at once, their steps purposeful as they carried out her orders. Addison, meanwhile, turned with Archmage Elric and made her way toward the teleportation portal, where the mages rested in quiet exhaustion, and the elders and children waited in hushed anticipation for the journey ahead.

Under Zion and Maxwell’s direction, the camp surged into motion. Warriors worked with swift efficiency, dismantling tents, packing tableware and pots into waiting carts, gathering every piece they could salvage, even the stools made during their stay in the temporary camp, the rough-hewn tables, all the small traces of a life hastily built.

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